Almost 2 years later, Totally Dramatic rises from the dead! Sorry it took me so damn long to get it out, I just had a lot of life changes and a bunch of dumb insecurities about my writing and stuff. I recently got over those insecurities and realized, hey I'm writing this mostly for myself, but if other people like it awesome! I have a lot of fun working on this, so I'm not going to give it up! Not that anyone told me to or anything, it was just me being stupid. But enough about myself, let's get into Chapter 3!
"Last time on Total Drama Island. 22 campers arrived at Camp Wawanakwa expecting a plush 5 star resort only to find out they had been totally lied to. They were divided into two teams of 11; The Ravaging Raccoons and the Loony Loons. Some campers hit it off really well, while others wanted to hit each other off. Their first challenge had both teams jumping off an one-thousand foot cliff into shark infested water. After a bit of camper swapping, the Raccoons took home the gold. The Loons were sent to the campfire and Missy was the first camper to be booted off the island. Who will be booted off this week? Stay tuned to find out on Total. Drama. Island!"
*Theme song which can be found in chapter one plays and ends*
The sun rose, bringing morning to the campground. The campers slept peacefully, dreaming of what they would do after winning the grand prize. Chris walked into view, carrying a megaphone and a mischievous grin. He stopped in the space between the two cabins and raised the object to his lips. He opened his mouth to speak, then brought a bull horn up and blasted it. He flashed a proud smile over the groaning and cursing coming from the cabins, and lifted up the megaphone again. "Alright campers, time to get up and prepare for the day!"
"I'm gonna freaking eat you, Mclean." Grumbled Renard, stretching his back with an audible pop. "It's like 6 in the morning! Who does he think he-" The fox-boy's griping was cut short by an almighty clattering and rumbling from the direction of the Loons' girls cabin.
"Not if Arabelle gets to him first." Silabus quipped, gathering his things together to head to the showers. Renard envied his ability to actually function in the wee hours of the morning.
*Confessional*
*Static to Renard*
"Silabus must be used to getting up at obscene hours. He's also very alert. I should ask him to help me with that, It'll be a good weakness to cover since Chris seems the type to sucker punch a man with horseshoes in his gloves and a bit of sand in his pocket."
*static*
"I'll take a megaphone over Jessica screaming in my ear…" Jason mumbled, throwing his blanket off.
"She screams in your ear?" Landon asked, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.
"Yup, or she wakes me up after dipping my hand in water." The blonde boy responded, yawning loudly after.
"No offense dude, but your sister sounds like a bitch." Landon said, rummaging through his bag for his morning supplies.
"Trust me, none taken. Sometimes I'm convinced I did something wrong in a past life and she's my punishment." Renard couldn't help but chuckle and went to give him a reassuring pat.
"Siblings have weird ways of showing their affection sometimes, don't let it get to you." he said as he hefted a bag of his things over his shoulder. " I should get ready. I'll see you guys at breakfast." he said as he exited the cabin.
Ren rubbed his eyes as he walked to the sinks, toothbrush in hand. "Well.. I guess it's not so bad as long as I stay out of every- oof!" Ren fell flat on his rump as he bumped into someone. He slowly looked up but stopped once he saw a few locks of red hair. "oh no..." he thought." oh no no no!" Arabelle leaned down into the boy's face. Renard thought the end was nigh. "Whoooa no no please no!"
"Good morning, Renard!" came a pleasant, singsong voice from a place that had been just yesterday dripping with all manner of malice and venom. "Are you okay? your tail didn't get all messed up by that fall, did it? It took no time at all for the boy's terror to turn into bewilderment before plunging deep into the realm of all out confusion.
*Static to Renard*
"How am I alive?.. What just happened?"
*static*
Renard kept blinking as she waltzed past him into the the washroom.
"Okay.." he sighed and decided to do his bathing and grooming in the lake. He couldn't handle more of... whatever that was.
"Hey Ren, what-" Misha almost spun as the boy blew by him, vanishing into the brush without a word. He seemed almost in a hurry to get away. "Hmm...maybe I should...no...he's a big boy...dog...person." She mused as she entered the washroom. (Who thought communal sinks was a good idea? At least the latrines and showers were separate) She stopped dead in her tracks. The sight currently before Misha was so incredulous she couldn't even summon the willpower to bring a questioning inflection. The only thing to fall from her lips was a flat " What."
Silabus and Arabelle stood side by side in front of 2 sinks, brushing their teeth in sync with the other. They were swaying their hips side to side, as if there was music Misha wasn't aware of.
Misha brought her hand to her chin, wondering whether to get their attention, or continue observing this most fascinating phenomenon. An even better idea popped into her head, and she ran outside to go get Nathan. Surely he would see this as something of interest. She knocked on the door to the boys' cabin and Scott answered.
"I know you're blonde and all, but Chris made it pretty clear this is meant for the guys." Scott said and went to shut the door. Misha put her hand out to stop it, much to the teen's annoyance.
"I'm just stopping by to see if our fellow competitor Nathan is in there." Misha responded, mentally rolling her eyes at Scott's rudeness. "I found something rather odd that I think he'd enjoy witnessing." Scott turned to check behind him and turned back in a flash.
"Nope. Weirdly enough he's the only one not here." Misha said her thanks and walked back over to the washroom. Whatever was happening there was bound to end soon. And she was right, she walked over the threshold to catch Arabelle throwing her toothbrush and stopping just short of drowning poor Silabus in the sink, who came up with a gasp.
"Nice talking with you, too." he said dryly as he watched her saunter away to the mess hall.
Ren sighed as he set his small bag by the shore. " Finally.. I was starting to think I'd never even find a river or stream, much less a lake." With his clothes thrown about, he let out a content sigh as he submerged into the cool water. He closed his eyes to enjoy the sounds of nature, but the snap of a twig caused them to snap open. He looked around to make sure no one was spying on him, and ended up locking eyes with a polar bear cub. They both stared at the other with equally confused looks. "A polar bear? In Muskoka?" He thought, reaching out to touch it and make sure he wasn't just seeing things. It made a noise as Ren began to pet it, and he decided at that moment he wanted it to be his new pet. When was he ever going to get this chance again?
"ALRIGHT CAMPERS YOU SHOULD ALL BE CLEAN ENOUGH REPORT TO THE MESS HALL FOR FOOD!" The loudspeaker boomed above the pair, scaring the cub away from Ren's grasp.
" Mrrph..." Ren sighed. as he got out of the water, combing himself off as he went for his clothes and made his way back to "civilization."
*"GET IT OUT GET IT OUT!" Lily screamed as today's breakfast jumped into her hair.
Ashley had leapt to her teammate's aid with her trusty lacquer comb. No girl (or guy) deserved a hair catastrophe of this magnitude. " This is gonna hurt a little.. but I think I can get it, You ready?"
"YES JUST GET IT OUT!" Lily cried. Silabus held her hands down when Ashley started combing the goop out, and to the surprise of most when Lily managed to buck Ashley off, Arabelle came over and placed her hands on Lily's shoulders.
"Alright I think I can hold her down, try again!" She shouted over Lily's crying. Ashley, slightly dazed from her landing, shook the stars out of her eyes and started combing again.
"Unholy thing! Let go!" She put a stronger under hand force on her comb, flinging the quasi-sentient gunk from her hair to meet its end on the edge of Renard's teeth. Not quite liking the taste of this one, he promptly spit it out, where it landed on the table with a wet smack and lay there in a lifeless heap. The camper's trays had soon found the trashcan after that.
*Confessional*
*Static to Nathan*
"Logic dictates that if the likes of Renard spits something out, it -has- to be hazardous to one's health. More importantly, has anyone else noticed that these culinary monsters seem to just flat out die when he bites them?"
*Static*
Breakfast didn't last much longer after that, and both teams dispersed to relax before the challenge started.
" I still can't believe you punched it, Ren! That was insane!" Landon said, talking to the bunk above him.
Renard was just happy to finally hear his name being shortened. " Not that impressive.. sometimes when an aquatic baddie grabs you, ya have to do a lot more than punch it."
"Sounds rough." Silabus said, turning to face the eccentric boy. "Where exactly are you from?"
He rubbed the back of his head. " Just a small village in Quebec."
"Neat." Silabus replied, sounding genuinely interested. " You speak any french?""
" A little.. my folks mostly brought me up in english since more folks speak it." He replied, smoothing out his pants as he sat up on the bed, his legs dangling over the side. "So.. What do you guys think the challenge is?" He turned his head to Reiden, who had switched out his signature laptop for a tablet.
"Could be anything really." Reiden answered. "I think I heard the chef grumbling about how unmanly it's going to be."
Renard stretched lazily on his bed. "Eh. whatever it is, I'm pretty sure I can handle it. I'm more worried about Ashley. You really think she's cut out for this kinda stuff? Especially with the likes of Arabelle and Jessica breathing down her neck... Can't be fun. Oh Jamie must have it bad, too." He mused, resisting the smile tugging at the his face. What can he say, petty womanly quarrels were much like fireworks, pretty to watch, but deadly if things are off.
Landon shrugged, brushing his bunkmate's legs aside with a sweep of his arm. " I think our new teammate balances them out quite well.. who knows, maybe she can keep that powder keg stable for a bit."
"That's a pretty tall order." Silabus stated flatly, eliciting laughs from the rest of the boys.
*Confessional*
*static to Landon*
"Ah ha! I get it! That's a "tall order". It's funny because Lily's short! Ahh, height humor. Kind of nice to not be the punchline for once."
*static*
"With my sister to compete with, that powder keg is going to blow up sooner than we think." Jason said, rather glumly. "Jessica isn't about to give up her spot as head bitch." He looked up just to see Ren wagging a finger at him. "You really shouldn't put her on a pedestal like that man... it's not healthy for your mind. and it's not healthy for us. You're gonna give us ulcers." He pointed at Jason with two fingers, polite but still firm. "Talk about yourself more, instead.. we're all dudes, so we can boast a bit. Hell, I feel we barely know you, since all ya do is talk about big sis."
"Not to pop your rugged psychotherapist bubble," Silabus began, crossing his arms. " But nobody really knows anybody, except maybe Chris."
"All the more reason to know! Sure it's a competition, but for now, we're working together, shouldn't we get to know each other?!"
"A shark-punching hippie... Now I've seen everything." chuckled Silabus, getting a laugh from the dog-boy across from him.
"I like you already." Ren stated bluntly. He hoped that his teammate would not disappoint in the challenges to come.
"I don't know if it's obvious or not, but I like technology" Reiden said, stashing his tablet underneath his pillow. "I also enjoy long walks on the beach and petting kittens."
"You sound like a bad dating profile." Landon pointed out. Reiden shrugged and laid down on his back.
"I could also say that I have a thirst for power and strive to better than everyone at everything, but that makes me sound less crazy."
" Yeeeah. Good luck with that one." Ren replied, jumping to the floor to get a bit of blood back into his legs.
*The Loon Girls*
"I'm sorry about your comb Ashley." Lily said, offering one of her own. "I have an extra one if you need it." Ashley smiled and pushed Lily's hand back.
"Oh, it's fine! I have a back-up, it's my second favorite." Ashley pulled out a bright yellow comb covered in rhinestones.
"That is the gaudiest thing I have ever had the misfortune of laying eyes on." Arabelle voiced. "I have to shield my eyes from it just to avoid being blinded." Lily shook her head, but decided to ignore the comment.
"I like it, although I'm not crazy about the color."
Ashley shrugged. "It's a little silly, but it works." She said running it through her hair a few times before putting it back. She shot her glance up to Arabelle. "If you're so chic, then what do you use?" Arabelle rolled her eyes and held up her hand. She wiggled her fingers and demonstrated by undoing her braid and running her fingers through her hair.
"Simple as that. I don't understand why girls go out of their way to buy things that your hands can handle." She began re braiding her hair as she finished, tossing it back over her shoulder.
"Well, that may work for you," Jessica began, hanging off her bed upside down. "But some of us want to take proper care of our hair." She snickered at the glare sent her way from the red head.
"I wouldn't be talking if I were you blondie," Arabelle responded, brushing a loose piece of strand out of her face. "Your hair is so thin, you'll probably be bald by twenty." The blonde flipped herself over and pushed herself onto her knees.
"Keep talking your shit, see where that gets you." Jessica retorted, steaming silently under the surface at the smug smile that found it's way to Arabelle's lips.
"Guys come on…" Jamie said, peeking out from under her blanket. "Can't we at least try to get along? I mean, it's only the second day."
"Shut it Jamie." Arabelle snapped. "No one was even talking to you" Jamie sighed and found solace under her blanket once again.
*Confessional*
*static to Jamie*
"I don't like the way Arabelle's been treating everyone, but I've been told girls like her are usually very insecure. Part of me wants to try being nice, but my survival instinct tells me if I do that I might lose my head."
*static*
*The Raccoon Cabin*
"So Jackie, why don't you tell us more about your relationship with Dan?" Amelia asked, smirking into her hand mirror. Jackie was laying on her bed trying to catch a few extra minutes of sleep, and grunted when her teammate addressed her.
"There is nothing to tell and you know that." She said. "He's just some weirdo who happens to like me a bit too much."
"Enough to make a fuss about being on the same team as you." Misha pointed out, feeling a bit mischievous. "Are you sure you two don't have a prior history together?"
"If we did, don't you think I would've head for the hills the second he stepped off that boat?" Jackie responded, doing her best to keep her temper down. Misha stood up and walked over to place herself next to the black haired teen.
"How are we supposed to know you two aren't lying because you guys wanted a summer together?" Amelia and Brooke both giggled while Jackie chose not to answer. Misha pushed a curl behind her ear before continuing. "Your relationship could be frowned upon for all we know and you wanted to be away from judging eyes."
Jackie sat up with a quickness that startled Misha. "Damn right our relationship is frowned upon." She growled, scaring the blonde away. "I'M the one frowning upon it, and it's not even a relationship!" Jackie huffed and placed her pillow on top of her head, trying to block out the sounds of her chattering cabin members.
"She's so into him." Amelia laughed. "The weird ones always end up together." Jackie growled, hopped off her bed, walked to the other side of the cabin and thumped Amelia in the back of the head. Amelia turned to meet Jackie's glare and the brunette moved her hand to the back of her head. Her eyes widened as part of it didn't feel the same as the rest of her hair and she clenched her teeth as she returned the glare."You messed up my hair you bitch!" Before Jackie had a chance to respond, Amelia took a weak jab at the pillow, took out her trusty curling iron and bolted for the communal washrooms.
"Anyone else want to comment?" Jackie asked, fluffing the pillow as if it were a weapon. Brooke and Misha both shook their heads, leaving Jackie to lay back down and continue trying to nap.
"I didn't think the team switch would affect us so quickly." Misha commented, taking out her journal to write in.
*Confessionals*
*Static to Brooke*
"I agree with Amelia about Jackie. And, not to brag or anything, my seasoned RPG skills make it easy for me to pick out future couples! Let me tell you Jackie totally reminds me of this one character who-"
*static*
"Ok guys, I don't know about you, but my first thought when you see a natural predator isn't 'Oh wow, I should punch that!" Scott started as he slammed the door to his cabin behind him.
"I was starting to think you got lost." Nathan commented, moving his hand across his sketch pad.
"Yeah, we were just about to send Fable out to fetch you." Dan joked, gently nudging the boy in the side. Fable shook his head and opened his mouth to respond but was cut off.
"Shut it nerds, I'm in the middle of talking here." Scott huffed and went to stand in the middle of the cabin. "Anyways, like I was saying, who's first thought when they see a shark is to punch it? Fox freak is a threat and he needs to go."
"Isn't that kind of hard for us to control?" Jake asked. "He's on the other team last time I checked." Scott rolled his eyes and went to sit on his bed.
"No duh genius." He scoffed. "Which is why I've got to work my magic on their chicks."
"And what makes you think any of them are going to listen to you?" Lloyd interjected. "Renard may be strange, but he is without a doubt one of their stronger members."
"Not to mention with the Arabelle looming over them," Jake started after Lloyd, "I'm certain whatever "magic" you're using won't compare to the threat of her murdering them in their sleep." Scott only grinned at their oppositions and started cracking his knuckles.
"Don't underestimate my abilities gentlemen. Girls are simple creatures, and I happen to be gifted in knowing how to play them." Scott boasted. "I'll have them following my every word just like that." He flourished the end of his sentence with a snap of his fingers. The ying yang boys exchanged disgusted looks but left the subject alone.
*Confessionals*
*Static to Nathan*
"If he succeeds, I'll start studying theoretical physics. It's the only way I'll be able to figure how the hell he managed to pull it off."
*Static*
The loudspeakers crackled and boomed with Chris's voice announcing that the next challenge was starting, and to report to the woods immediately. While the teams were on their way, Scott pulled Jake over the to side.
"So Jake, I think if we work together you and I can both work to get the freak off right now." He said, leaning up against a tree. Jake crossed his arms and sighed, deciding to hear out whatever harebrained scheme his team mate had come up with.
"I'm listening." He grumbled. Scott smiled gleefully and turned Jake around, throwing his arm over his shoulder. The Loons were walking by, and Scott pointed to Ashley.
"You remember Ashley right?" He asked, silently taking joy in Jake's right arm tensing.
"How could I not? She only latched onto me like a parasite." Jake replied.
"Good, so you know that she also thinks you guys are best friends...and how she's not the brightest crayon in the box." Jake rolled his eyes and pushed Scott's arm away.
"Get to the point." He stated flatly. Scott grinned and kneeled down to write the plan in the dirt.
"You get Ashley alone, tell her to throw the challenge, plead her case to Arabelle to get her to vote the freak off instead, and boom." He finished writing and shook the remaining dirt off his finger. "The biggest threat on the island is gone."
"You really think Ashley can influence someone like Arabelle?" Asked Jake, completely skeptical. "If Arabelle knows she threw it because I told her too she'll be gone like that."
"So you tell her not to say anything about you." Scott said. "She'd eat dirt if you told her to." Before Jake could respond, Scott continued. "Besides, with how dumb she is it won't even look like she threw the challenge. It'll just be her being her usual stupid self."
"HEY!" Chef's voice startled the teens. He marched over to and shoved them forward. "You idiots are holding up the show! Let's move!" As they walked with a very angry Chef behind them muttering something about how rude teenagers are, Scott leaned over.
"So are we doing this or not?" He asked in a harsh tone. Jake bit his lip and thought it over for a short while. Eventually, he reluctantly nodded. Scott flashed his smile once more and gave Jake a hard pat on the back.
*Confessionals*
*static to Jake*
"I really don't want to help Scott, but he gives me a vibe of someone I don't want to cross. I just feel really shitty taking advantage of Ashley like this…"
*static to Scott*
"That was much easier than I thought it was going to be, I expected Jake to put up more of a fight. Guess he knows what's good for him."
*static*
Chris was tapping his foot impatiently as Scott and Jake walked up to join their team.
"It's about time!" Chris said with a glare. "I almost started describing the challenge without you." Jake apologized while Scott just adjusted his shades. Chris's smile returned to his face as he found his way over to a giant box shape covered by a tarp.
"So now that we're all here, it's time to hear about today's challenge!" He removed the tarp, revealing boxes full of white bazookas. The campers "ooh"d as the pristine conditions made them sparkle in the sun. "Every camper will take one bazooka for themselves, then it is your job to shoot and eliminate the enemy team to win."
"Does friendly fire count?" Jackie asked, staring straight at Amelia with an evil grin. Chris nodded.
"Yes it does Jackie. If you shoot your teammates you both will be considered out." Jackie frowned, but shrugged it off. "Ok campers, go ahead and grab your weapons!" The teens rushed by Chris to get a hold of their bazookas, and the teams reformed once everyone had one. Arabelle checked hers and growled.
"What the hell Chris these are empty!" Chris chuckled at her anger.
"Of course they're empty, no one ships live bazookas Arabelle." The host put his fingers to his mouth and whistled, bringing Chef over in a dump truck. "Your ammo has arrived!" Chef pushed a button and the truck dumped it out all over the forest floor. The contestants stared in disbelief.
*Confessionals*
*static to Renard*
"Is Chris serious right now? THAT'S what we're using?"
*static to Nick, who is laughing*
"Oh man, I did NOT see this coming!"
*static to Arabelle*
"Renard looked so crushed. I only hope this competition gives me so much more of that cute expression."
*static*
"We're using pillows?" Misha questioned, tilting her head a bit.
"Yup! Prepare for the most uncomfortable pillow fight of your life!" Chris exclaimed as the teens were stuffing them full. He held an air horn up and chuckled. "When I blow this horn, you guys will have 30 seconds to run in separate directions, during this time you guys may break off into separate sections, identify a team leader, or pick someone to be a meat shield. When you hear the horn again, then you guys must begin hunting the other team. The team with the last member standing wins the challenge!"
Renard looked downtrodden. Here he was, hoping to use live ammo, or at least something funnier.. like eggs or rubber chickens. Dejected, he turned and fired a test shot, watching at the pillow was propelled and absurd speed and hitting a tree with a loud, yet dull -thwmp!- and exploding into a cloud of feathers. Ren's sulking face soon brightened to a wide grin. The sheer spectacle of pegging something with this wonderful contraption was much worth the boring reveal.
"Okay, this is fun again!" A few of the smaller teens looked a bit uneasy at the sight, but didn't have time to dwell on it as Chris blew another air horn signaling the challenge's start. The teams bolted away with Nick leading the Raccoons, and Arabelle leading the Loons.
"To save your pathetic breaths, I'm going to assume the role as leader!" Arabelle called. "Silabus and Renard, you're with me! I don't care what the rest of you do just don't get hit!"
"Jason, you're not leaving my sight!" Jessica said, linking her arm with her brother's.
"Jessica for the last time I'm fine on my own!" He said back, only to be completely ignored and dragged in a new direction.
"Silabus, w-wait!" Lily shouted, cursing her short legs for making it hard to keep up with her taller teammates.
"Jamie, why don't you stick with me?" Landon asked. Jamie only nodded but managed a smile.
"Ashley, care to be my challenge buddy?" Reiden asked, as the two of them were in the back of the group. "I don't think it's safe for anyone to go alone during something like this." Ashley smiled and threw her arm around Reiden's shoulder.
"That sounds like an excellent idea Raiden!" She said. "Oooh, maybe if we find Jake he can be in our group too!"
"Totally!" Reiden responded, chuckling at her enthusiasm.
*Confessional*
*static to Reiden*
"I'm really glad we have someone like Ashley on our team. This whole "I'm an airhead" schtick she has going on is hilarious!"
*static*
"I'm going with Nick!" Misha and Amelia yelled simultaneously, followed by their groans.
"I'm sorry ladies, I'm afraid neither of you can come with me." The tall jock said.
"Why not?" Amelia huffed. "Are you trying to say you don't like me Nick?"
"Of course not baby," Nick started, shaking his head. "But I'm a big guy, which in turn makes me a big target. People are going to come after me first, and I don't want to put you two in any danger."
"Can't argue with that I suppose." Misha said, with a loud, dejected sigh. Amelia frowned, but said nothing else on the matter.
"Jackie and I will of course go together." Dan proclaimed, grabbing a hold of her hand.
"I really think you should ask if she wants too before you go around claiming things." Nathan protested.
"I can handle this myself, thank you very much." Jackie responded, still giving Nathan an appreciative nod. She turned her head towards Dan. "Dan, I think we should do what Nick's doing. It would keep us both safe." When Dan opened his mouth to respond, Jackie cut him off. "If we win this challenge it will gives us more time to...be together." She finished with a visible shudder. The boy pondered it for a moment, and nodded in agreement.
"Beauty and brains, I got the best of both worlds." He said, letting go. "Alright, just don't get hurt ok?" Jackie rolled her eyes and told him.
"They're just pillows Dan, what damage could they possibly do?"
"I believe the best strategy would be for all of us to go it alone." Nathan said. "That way, they will have to pick us off one by one, and have no chance of getting 2 for 1 shot."
"Plus, Chris never said anything about needing everyone to participate." Scott added. "Nick, Jake, and I can go out sniping while the rest of you hang low."
"Why only you 3?" Brooke asked. "FPS may not be my best genre, but I'm still a pretty good shot!"
"And she's small, which makes her fast and nimble." Jake pointed out. "She can run in and hit them before they even know what's going on." Brooke blushed.
"Well, I wouldn't really say I'm fast but-"
"Fine, she can shoot too." Scott interrupted.
"I'm not going to sit around waiting for people to come pick me off." Lloyd complained.
"Whatever then." Scott groaned. "Excuse me for trying to make a game plan!"
"If it makes you feel better Scott...I'm on board with just hiding out." Fable said to him. "This...isn't really my forte...like at all." Scott, while still irritated, gave Fable a warm smile.
"It does. It's nice to know SOMEONE gets it." He responded. Fable felt his cheeks grow warm and quickly turned away.
The blaring horn came over the loudspeakers, and both teams switched to game mode. Fable found a circle of bushes to hide in, while the rest of them spread out to look for Loons. The first few minutes were uneventful, until Arabelle, Silabus, Renard and Lily found themselves at a lake...the same lake Renard was bathing at earlier that morning. Renard snuck away from the group when no one was looking, hoping to locate that polar bear.
"This is actually kind of fun." Lily whispered to Silabus. "I feel like I'm a secret agent or something!" Silabus smiled and straightened himself up.
"Agent Lily, your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to blast the enemies with our top secret PMD, knocking them out of our way to the grand prize." Lily held up her weapon with a confident grin.
"Easy peasy. Those Raccoons won't know what hit them." The two continued their light chatter, much to Arabelle's annoyance. She picked up her pace to get farther from the couple, but stopped when she heard footsteps to her right. She crouched down and slowly approached, chuckling when she saw Dan whistling a tune, walking alone completely oblivious to his surroundings.
"Ripe for the picking…" Arabelle said, readying her aim. Before she could pull the trigger, a loud 'BOOM' came from behind her. She ducked to avoid Dan seeing her when he looked over, but he shrugged it off and continued walking. The redhead found her way back to the others, glaring at Lily who's bazooka was smoking. Lily shrunk back, and Silabus put an arm between the girls when Arabelle walked over.
"You better have shot someone." She snarled. Lily gulped and held up her free, shaking, hand.
"N-not exactly…"
"Then what the hell did you shoot at?!" Arabelle barked.
"I-I saw something move in the corner of my eye and I thought it was a person but it turned out to be a squirrel I'm sorry please don't hurt me!" Lily cried, now crouching down holding her bazooka up as a shield.
"Seriously?! You blew my cover over a damn squir-" Arabelle's sentence was cut off by a purple pillow slamming into her, sending her flying to the left. Silabus quickly readied his weapon and shot in the general direction of it's origin.
A good few yards away, Jackie ducked behind a boulder as the pillow burst against the rock, sending a plume of feathers into the air. The near miss didn't scare her, truth be told, she was ecstatic.
" Yes! Yes! Right in her face!. God, after this is over, I need to get that pillow, see if it has a makeup print on it!" She said, kicking her feet in glee as Dan returned fire, ducking beneath the boulder as well.
*Confessional*
*static to Jackie*
"Oh Man, that was totally worth using Dan as bait! I just wish that the return fire had got him, too."
*static*
"As much as as I love to see your smile, I don't think we should stay here, Jackie! They Might pin us down if their teammates decide-" Dan was cut off by the -kachunk!- of a launcher being primed, the thing hissing as its air compressor got to work.
"If we decide to flank you? That would be a shame." Reiden stood before the two, his phone attached to the barrel and functioning as a sight as he aimed at Dan. Ashley soon crept out of the bushes behind him and trained her sight on Jackie.
Rieden didn't bother with any more theatrics. He had a job to do and he was gonna do it. He pulled the trigger.
Dan leapt to his feet, but he didn't stay there for long, the pillow hitting the hapless boy square in the mouth. *Confessional*
*static to Jackie*
"This day just keeps getting better and better."
*static*
Reiden fell to the floor and went prone, anticipating Jackie to shoot back, only to find that Jackie was already gone.
"Damn..." He said under his breath, looking around to see that Ashley had also disappeared. He took a moment to listen for any footsteps around him, then ran back into the bushes when he deemed it was safe. He assumed Jackie had seen Ashley and retreated with Ashley chasing after her.
***Jamie and Landon***
The two didn't share any particular desire to go full blown hunting out the gate, so they took some time to walk around and admire the scenery. Aside from running away from an angry swarm of bees, they were enjoying themselves to a degree.
Landon would try to initiate small talk, but Jamie would seldom respond, and when she did it was usually 1 or 2 words long. He felt bad for her, she looked truly miserable to be here. He was still trying to get over his embarrassment from the last challenge, but outside of that he was happy to be here. Sure, it wasn't exactly the safest place to be, but never in a million years would he have imagined being picked.
Jamie appreciated Landon's friendliness, but she just wasn't in the mood to talk. She was still incredibly angry with her mother and sister, and wondered if anyone else had to deal with this kind of shit. Her mind briefly wandered back to Arabelle, but she quickly waved those thoughts away. Even if Arabelle shared similar problems, Jamie was probably the last person on the island she would ever think of talking too...if she thought to talk about them at all. And who knows? Arabelle could just be a generally terrible person. After all, you didn't necessarily need a sad backstory to push someone off a cliff into shark infested waters.
Jamie didn't have any more time to dwell on it, as a pillow narrowly whizzed passed her and knocked Landon over. Jamie stared in shock as Landon groaned in pain, frozen where she stood. She knew she needed to run, but she couldn't get herself to move. She quickly ran through all her options of where to hide, and decided to dive into a nearby bush, leaving her bazooka behind in her frenzy. She held her breath as the shooters emerged into the clearing.
Scott came through first, bazooka readied. Lloyd staggered in behind, recovering from the recoil of that shot. The two made rounds looking for the other body they noticed, and Scott let out a huff while he lowered his weapon.
"Damn it, they must have gotten away!" He turned to glare at Lloyd. "I told you not to fire until I was ready!" Lloyd rolled his eyes.
"Excuse me for trying to get a 2 for 1, they looked like they were perfectly aligned so I went for it."
"Well they weren't were they?" Scott hissed. "If you had just waited for my order we would've actually GOTTEN a two for one!"
Lloyd rolled his eyes again and chose to ignore Scott's theatrics. Something about this scenario felt off, and he couldn't place his finger on it. Landon had been dragged out of the game by Chef, taking his bazooka with him. So why was there one just laying there on the ground?
"Hey Scott." Lloyd said, crouching down to examine it. "Whoever the 2nd one was, they left something important behind." Scott stopped his pouting to join Lloyd by the bazooka. A grin spread across his features and he picked it up, shoving his other one onto Lloyd.
"Isn't that just unfortunate for them?" He laughed, brandishing it proudly. "I only wish I could see the face of the coward this belonged to."
Jamie, still hiding in the bush behind them, felt a spark of anger at his words. Sure, she accepted she was a coward, but to hear someone say it so condescendingly was infuriating. She noticed the pillow that took Landon out of the game was mere inches from where he landed, which was just slightly behind where the other competitors stood. A crazy idea popped into her head, but would she be able to make it over there without alerting them? She looked around her surroundings, spotting a nicely sized rock within reaching distance. Jamie picked it up and squeezed, building up the courage to commence her plan.
She'll show them what this coward could do. With all the might her shaken nerves could muster, she threw the rock far to her right.
Both boys heard the rustling, and both of them readied their weapons. After sharing a glance, Lloyd moved closer towards the noise, with Scott keeping the homeless bazooka close by. Jamie used that distraction as her cover, and slipped out of the bushes. She quietly snuck up to the pillow on the ground and swooped it up. There was no going back now, and with a new fire burning within her, she ran towards Scott and swung with all she had. Scott heard the footsteps but couldn't react in time, and the sudden force of Jamie's swing pushed him forward, stumbling past Lloyd. Lloyd spun around and aimed, surprised to see Jamie holding a used pillow with a look of triumph. Knowing her circumstances, he wish he didn't have to take that away from her. But this was a competition, and he wanted to win. With the pull of the trigger, Jamie was hit square in the stomach and she fell on her back.
Lloyd couldn't help but snicker when Scott regained his balance. "She got you good didn't she?" Scott grumbled about his jacket getting dirty, but was cut off by the loud speaker crackling on.
"AND WITH THAT, ANOTHER TWO ARE OUT OF THE GAME!" Scott perked up at that news.
"I guess our team isn't full of screw ups after all!" He went to pick up his bazooka, but Chef yanked him off the ground before he could get it. Scott knew what this meant and began protesting. "She didn't shoot me, she swung the damn thing!" Chef chuckled at Scott's look, and began walking off with him.
"She hit you, that's all she had to do!" Scott's protests got fainter and fainter, until they could no longer be heard.
*Confessional*
*static to Lloyd*
"All I can say is wow, I don't think anyone saw that coming. But if it's Jamie's plan to act helpless to blindside us, she probably shouldn't have blown her cover on day 2."
*static to Jamie*
"Holy shit that rush I felt running up and hitting Scott was amazing. I can't believe that actually worked!"
*static*
As Jamie and Scott were dropped off at the loser tent, Jamie's high wore off and suddenly she realized what she had done. She could see the repeat of her hitting Scott on the tvs set up, with the 3 others watching in pure bewilderment. Jamie then became very aware of Scott's presence to the side of her, and for some reason logic can not explain, she looked at him. The look of pure malice received shook her, and she only looked away after Scott mouthed to her.
"You're. Dead."
*Jason and Jessica*
"Shit Jess, did you hear that?" The boy commented, pressing his back up to a tree.
"Sure did." She answered, mirroring her brother on a different tree. "I hope that was our team getting a couple of knockouts." And as if he knew that was his cue, Chris' voice came over the loudspeakers.
"AND AFTER THAT AMAZING TURN OF EVENTS, WE HAVE 2 DOWN FROM THE RACCOONS AND 2 DOWN FOR THE LOONS!"
"Damn it!" Jessica moaned. "I wanted us to win this one clean."
"At least it wasn't us Jess."
"Very true." Jessica said with a nod. These woods weren't that dense, so it was easy for her to scan her surroundings. Jessica knew that she had to stay vigilant, lest the pair meet an untimely end by pillow. She also knew that she had to stay vigilant for the both of them, seeing how Jason could get lost in his head at any given moment. Something had been bothering him for months prior to getting accepted into TDI, and no matter how much Jessica pushed, he would shake his head and tell her that he wasn't ready to talk about it.
"Jess, I think I hear something." Jason whispered, crouching down. Jessica followed suit, a bit surprised that he managed to catch something she didn't. By focusing on the sounds, she too heard what Jason was talking about. Footsteps.
"It's coming from that direction." Jessica stated, pointing her finger towards a small opening in the trees. The two went prone, the grass providing decent camouflage to them. The two waited, holding their breaths in anticipation. Was it going to be a team mate? Was it going to be the enemy?
One could almost feel the disappointment radiating between the twins as Reiden walked past them, distracted on his phone like usual. Jessica started to get up, but Jason quickly shoved her back down as another figure came into view. Nathan was slowly stalking behind Reiden, preparing his canon for the blow. Jessica glanced over at Jason, who gave her an understanding nod. Jessica picked her bazooka up and fired straight at him, acquiring a direct hit as Nathan fell over. She pumped her fist in the air and turned to high five her brother, when the sudden force of a pillow sent her tumbling over. Jason quickly turned his head and readied his aim, only to take one of his hands to stifle his laughter. Reiden must've gotten spooked by the sudden fire, and through pure instinct alone, fired back and smacked Jessica. He tried to hold his laughter in, but couldn't manage and started busting up. Jessica glared at him as she picked herself up and dusted off her leggings, only to hear Chris over the loudspeaker announcing the 3 new eliminations.
"Oh, you've got be kidding me!" Jessica groaned, as she realized she was out from being hit by Reiden and in turn he was out for friendly fire.
And as the day trudged on, the campers were slowly dwindled down until there were only two left. Fable, who was reminded by a loudspeaker announcement that he couldn't hide forever, and Jason, who did remarkably well at taking the enemy out with Jessica breathing down his neck.
Over at the loser's tent, every camper was greeted with an instant replay of their elimination on one of the many screens. Reiden could only attempt at making an awkward joke as Jessica was staring daggers at him when their eliminations were being broadcasted. Arabelle had to held back by 4 people when Jackie walked in and taunted her, and Amelia could only groan when watching herself walk straight into a pillow straight from Silabus. Lily was currently crying in the corner, absolutely mortified that after mere minutes of escaping Arabelle's wrath, she tripped and ended up shooting herself. Silabus hovered over her, wanting to comfort her but not entirely sure how to do it. Renard was doubled over in laughter, taking almost too much delight in Scott's elimination at the hands of Jamie, with his new baby polar bear by his side. Everyone questioned him intensively when he showed up at the tent with it, but Renard would only say he found it in the woods and nothing else. Renard technically wasn't even eliminated, he just happened to find the tent after obtaining his new pet and decided to just stay, much to the chagrin of Arabelle. Chris decided it would make for better team drama and allowed it. Nathan was sitting on his own by the far edge of the tent, observing one camper in particular. His elimination by Ashley didn't even bother him all that much, he simply accepted he was out. He didn't find himself worrying about whether or not Fable was going to be able to pull it out, Nathan was mainly focused on himself. It was only the 2nd challenge, and Nathan pulled his weight. Therefore, win or lose, he felt he was safe. Jamie was currently trying to question Ashley about how she was able to take out so many people, but Ashley kept changing the subject.
Jason wasn't sure where he had and hadn't looked anymore. After being out in the woods for so long, everything started to look the same. He knew he was the last one for his team, and the last thing he wanted to do was let them down. He kept himself motivated by the thought of Jessica easing up off him if he won, proving that he could handle himself. He wracked his brain, trying to remember what Fable even looked like. Being the last one to arrive on the island meant he had to see everyone in a blur of faces, and trying to remember the order in which everyone was called for teams was proving to be a fruitless effort. "I guess I'll know him by him being the only other human wandering these woods." Jason thought to himself.
Fable was a nervous wreck. He had found a wonderful place to hide, and was enjoying the time out of the challenge to catch up on some reading. He was expecting his team to get the challenge done without much trouble, but when he found out he was the last one for his team, he felt his stomach drop. He couldn't even throw a dodgeball, how the hell was he supposed to shoot someone?! The only way he was getting out of this one was pure luck and he knew it. He only continued to freak himself out by the thought of getting voted out if he lost, and having to say goodbye so soon. Fable had almost choked on his dinner when he found out he was accepted, was that near death experience going to be for nothing?
"God, we're screwed." Scott groaned, burying his hands into his face. As he watched his team drop numbers, he grew more and more restless at the idea of his team actually losing. Jake stayed away from Scott the best he could, as he was unable to hold up what he and Scott had planned. While searching for Ashley, Jake got blasted out and thankfully Scott said nothing to him when he arrived. He hopes Scott wouldn't ask him to try it again on the next challenge, but Jake knew at the back of his mind he would.
"Your brother better not fuck this up." Arabelle hissed. Jessica sent a death glare over in her direction, but chose not to respond. She had complete faith in Jason...well, almost complete faith.
Fable had only gotten more frazzled, as his own false alarm with the wildlife caused him to fire. He knew that whoever was left must have heard it and that they were on their way to shoot him in the face with a deadly pillow. He knew he had to think of something, and fast. He noticed a tree to his left had enough leaves to be a decent hiding spot. After figuring out a way to get his bazooka up with him, Fable decided to wait, knowing a surprise attack would be his best chance at winning.
Jason had indeed heard the blast, and began to run in the direction the sound came from. This was it, he was going to win the challenge for his team! He was so excited by this thought, that he didn't really think about how dumb it was to be charging head first into what was likely a trap. Much like his teammates waiting at the loser's tent, he was ready for this challenge to be over and done with. He slowed down when he saw a clearing in the trees in front of him, and crouched down low. The element of surprise would be essential here, and he needed to keep as quiet as possible.
From atop his tree, Fable could see Jason approaching him. However, even with the shot right there waiting for him, he couldn't even bring himself to lift his weapon. Jason didn't seem to know where he was, and he could almost hear his teammates screaming at him to take the shot. So why, oh why, was this so difficult for him? He could think of one possible reason, but he quickly shoved that out of his mind. Fable didn't need THAT kind of distraction right now. Shifting the bazooka to his other arm caused the leaves to rustle ever so slightly, and he froze. Shit, he was sure to be found now!
Jason was about to leave the area after a quick scan turned up nothing, but then the leaves rustled. With reflexes he didn't even know he had, he quickly aimed his bazooka towards the noise and came face to face with the remaining Raccoon. Poor guy looked like a deer caught in headlights, and Jason almost felt bad about how easy this was going to be. He was aiming his weapon when a sudden BANG from somewhere in the woods scared him, causing his aim to skew and his pillow to whack into the tree trunk instead of his original target. Fable jumped as well, but came to his senses faster. He grabbed his bazooka, aimed and fired.
"ANNNNNNNNNNNNND THAT'S THE GAME. RACCOONS WIN THE 2ND CHALLENGE!" Chris's voice came over the loudspeaker, announcing Fable the winner. Jason was looking up at the sky from where he landed after the pillow knocked him over, silently wishing for him to be taken by an animal then and there. Before he really had time to think about anything else, Chris was then yelling over the speakers for the Loons to make their way to the campfire for their 2nd elimination ceremony.
*Confessional*
*static to Fable*
"I-I WON! HOLY MOLY I WON!"
*static to Jason*
Jason has a defeated look on his face, and just stares at the ground the whole confessional, occasionally shaking his head in disappointment.
*static*
**Elimination Ceremony**
"Welcome back Loons." Chris started with a mischievous smirk, holding a plate full of marshmallows. "2 losses in a row isn't really the best way to start off is it?" None of the Loons were in the mood to retaliate, but Chris took enjoyment at the image of steam coming out of some ears. Jamie actually felt pretty confident, as she received many compliments for her work and even a "good job on not screwing up" from Arabelle. Lily continued to sniffle, still not entirely over her embarrassment. Silabus began to reach his arm over her shoulder, but chickened out and took it back.
Chris picked a marshmallow off his plate and waved it around. "If I throw you a marshmallow, that means you are safe. You've all casted your votes, and the one who does not receive a marshmallow will have to journey down the Dock of Shame, hop on the Boat of Losers, leave the island and never come back." He cocked his arm back, ready to throw the first one. "Jamie."
Jamie practically lept out of her seat to catch it. "Silabus, Arabelle, Jessica, Jason, Landon, Ashley." With the final marshmallow left, Reiden and Renard looked at each other.
"Reiden," Chris began. "If you're eliminated tonight, it's because you took a teammate out and yourself, putting your team at a severe disadvantage." He then focused his attention on Renard. "Renard, if you leave tonight, it's because you abandoned your team in order to pursue something non-related, putting them ANOTHER man down."
*Confessional*
*static to Reiden*
Reiden is twisting his hands, not appearing to be confident in himself. "Ok, so I know I might have accidentally shot my own team mate, but mistakes happen right?!"
*static to Renard*
"I can't believe this. I mean, sure I didn't do anything really, but at least I didn't get out for friendly fire!" The polar bear in his lap looks up at him and Renard pets him. "It's ok Kelvin, we'll be fine." Renard isn't sure who he is reassuring.
*static*
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"Renard." Chris said, tossing the marshmallow towards the larger male. Reiden deflated slightly, but he got up and faced his team.
"Guess I deserved it." He admitted. He looked towards Jessica, who was still shooting daggers his direction. "I am sorry you know, I really didn't mean to shoot you." Jessica had no time to think of a response, as Reiden was whisked away by Chef. Jessica then turned her attention her brother beside her, who still looked pretty upset about the whole event. She sighed and placed a comforting hand on his back, and he shot her a weak smile.
"Well there you have it folks!" Chris Mclean exclaimed towards the camera. "The Loons sent home yet another camper, while the Raccoons are looking pretty solid with 2 challenge wins in a row. Will Jamie's streak of bravery continue? And how will Fable deal with all the attention from winning the challenge? Find out next time on TOTAL. DRAMA. ISLAND!"
THERE. I DID IT. I FINALLY HAVE CHAPTER 3 OUT AFTER 2 FREAKING YEARS. OH MY GOD THE ENDING IS TRASH I APOLOGIZE BUT I WAS JUST SO ITCHING TO GET THIS DONE ONCE I FINALLY REALIZED WHAT I WANTED FROM THIS AHHHHHHH. I SWEAR IT'S NOT GOING TO TAKE ME ANOTHER 2 YEARS FOR CHAPTER 4!
I really do apologize for the super rushed ending but GOD this chapter was going to be ridiculously long if I kept it at the pace I was going and I wasn't ever going to want to finish it because I had SO MANY PEOPLE left to eliminate. So therefore, I got the best of both worlds!