AN: Well, here is our next chapter! Tell me if I did a good job, because I'm really not sure how this one turned out.
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What's the Name of the Game?
The show fades in on the now destroyed dock, where Chris stood on the far right, ready to do the recap.
"Last time on Total Drama All-Stars: the teams were no more, and, it was a free-for-all race of floating machines for a regatta to boat around Wawanakwa!
"But, some floated better than others thanks to the double alliance that is Mal and Duncan! And Chef supplied with some dynamite entertainment! And after one of the boats went overboard, Duncan won the challenge.
"In a shocking twist, it was going to be Mal sent off, until he revealed the Immunity Idol, so, it was see ya later, Mal, and see ya never Lightning!
"Seven players move on, soon, one more will be gone! Who will it be? Stick around and see. Right here, on Total! Drama! All-Stars!"
Chris looks around at the destroyed dock.
"How do I get off?
The show fades in on the spa hotel. Duncan collapsed onto the bed, folding his hands behind his head, smiling.
"Ah, this is the life!" He sighed.
Confessional: Duncan
"Now that Mal and I are in an alliance, all I gotta do is keep winning challenges, and then I'll get sent to the finale in no time! It's foolproof!"
He pauses.
"Well, no, not foolproof, but it's better than nothing. Got that?"
Loser Cabins - Boys
Trent and Scott sat on their bunks.
"You're in an alliance with Zoey?" Trent asked.
"Yup! Nothing's gonna bring me down!" Scott exclaimed, smiling.
"Oh, I wouldn't be too sure about that."
The two male contestants looked at the door to see Mal walk in, his hands folded behind his back.
"You should've been gone yesterday." Trent scowled.
"Yet I'm still here." Mal replied, climbing onto the bunk above Scott. "Don't you find it funny how Zoey voted for Lightning instead of me?" He asked them, before setting his head on the pillow.
Scott and Trent exchanged glances.
Confessional: Trent
"Could Zoey be playing all of us and is allied with Mal? Possibly." Trent shrugged. "Do I believe it? I'll sleep on it."
Confessional: Scott
"If Zoey is allied with Mal, then I need to get her kicked off as soon as possible. I'm not too sure of that, but it's better to be safe than sorry. My pappy told me that!"
The following morning, Gwen walked out of the girl cabin. She attempted to move her broken arm, and winces.
"It's getting better." Gwen murmured.
Behind them, Zoey stepped out of the cabin, watching Mal walk to the spa hotel and knock on the door.
"We want answers." She heard. The redhead turned around to face Trent and Scott. Trent had his eyes narrowed, and Scott was crossing his arms.
"About what?" Zoey asked, offering a fake smile.
"About you and Mal." Trent replied, tapping his foot.
Zoey looked to Scott, who had an eyebrow raised, and had his eyes narrowed into a glare. She shifted her eyes to Trent, who had his hands in his pockets, and was tapping his foot patiently.
Nine taps came, then a pause, and then nine more taps.
It was dead silent between the three.
Finally, Zoey answered.
"This is about why I voted Lightning, isn't it?" She asked, looking down at her feet.
"Yup." Scott answered, now glaring.
"I...I wanted to bring Mike back!" Zoey almost yelled, raising her voice. Scott and Trent were taken aback.
"Seriously?" Scott asked. "I mean, you would still go out with a guy that has a psycho locked up in his brain?"
Zoey scowled at Scott and walked off without another word as Duncan yawned, coming out of the spa hotel.
"You have a deal." Trent whispered to Scott, gripping his hand and shaking it, before stepping off the steps of the loser cabin, and walking away.
Mal pushed Duncan into the spa hotel, and shut the door behind them.
"What is it, Mal?" Duncan scowled at the malevolent personality.
Mal shut the blinds to the nearby windows, and turned to Duncan.
"What's your plan, Duncan?" He asked, walking towards the delinquent.
"What do you mean?" Duncan asked, smirking ever so slightly.
"I know you. I know that you'll stab me in the back the second you get the chance to." Mal spoke, stepping forward to Duncan.
Duncan took a step back, but his hand was gripped into a tight squeeze by Mal, and he was spun around onto the long table. Mal pushed his head onto the table, and lowered his mouth to his ear.
"I ask again, Duncan. What is your plan?" Mal calmly asked.
Duncan groaned in response. Mal rolled his eyes, and began to pull his arm behind his back.
The delinquent screamed in pain as Zoey, Scott, Trent, and Gwen all looked towards the spa hotel with confusion, and in some cases, fear.
Boney Island
Courtney sat on a rock, holding a stick as she drew in the sand. She didn't normally draw, but she did it this way to organize how she wanted the game to play out, her way.
Confessional: Courtney
"Making a chart always helps clear things up. With only seven players left, I have another shot at winning! Which is why I've decided how I want this game to go."
She coughed, clearing her throat.
"Duncan goes next because of what he did to Gwen. Mal goes after for burning my family photo. That, and a few other reasons."
She looked off to the side. "After Mal, I decided that Scott would go. That dirt farmer kicked off his own team, he's clearly not to be trusted. Which means that Zoey goes after him because she's just using her whole 'oh, I'm so nice, and I love Mike so much!' act! Anyway, after her, it'll be Trent, because he still is just a wild card, but pretty sure I can crush him.
"With that out of the way, I can go with Gwen to the finale! Oh, yes, making a chart always helps clear things up."
Unbeknownst to Courtney as she drew in the sand, Sylvan watched from behind the trees. He smiled, reading Courtney's mind, and shaking his head slowly.
"Courtney." He spoke. The former intern shut his eyes, and teleported away, to initiate his plan.
"Challenge time!" Chris exclaimed over the intercom. "Please proceed to the McLean Spa library, pronto!"
At that moment, a helicopter arrived, carrying Courtney in a net, and dropping her.
The final seven contestants gathered in the library, however, one of them staring forward blankly.
"What happened to Duncan? Is he really that surprised he pulled off a win yesterday?" Scott asked, smirking at Duncan's uncharacteristic look.
Ignoring Duncan entirely, Courtney spoke up. "Where's Chris?"
"Just hush up, you'll see in a minute!" Chef barked, leaning on the table with a coffee in his hand.
Scott elbowed Duncan's ribs, to which the delinquent didn't even acknowledge. Trent and Scott exchange glances.
The television flickers to life, showing Chris in a party hat, standing in front of the sealer up mines. He blew a party blower, before dropping it out of his mouth.
"Welcome to episode 100 of Total Drama!" Chris announced.
At that moment, Trent cut in. "It's not episode 100. Before Sierra was eliminated, she was keeping a log of each episode. Today is episode 102." He rolled his eyes.
"Don't care what you say, Trent! It's my show, and I say one hundred eppies! Anyway, to celebrate, I have a special one hundred episode challenge!" The host chuckled evilly before he continued, reading off a piece of paper.
"I hope nobody is allergic to rhinoceroses, or fire, poison, smallpox…"
As the host continued, he failed to notice a silhouette start approaching him from behind.
"Who's that?" Gwen whispered to Courtney, who shrugged.
As Chris continued reading, the silhouette got closer, holding a sack over his head. The contestants, minus Duncan, realized what was happening, only then.
"Look! Look!" Zoey shouted, pointing frantically.
"Please, don't interrupt." Chris replied flatly, still not noticing the silhouette step just behind him. "I'm-" before he could continue, the blue haired intern tossed the bag over Chris' head, and closed it. He glanced at the camera and smiled, kicking it away.
The camera only caught Sylvan's feet walk away, towards the cave with the sack sling over his shoulder, dragging along the ground.
Chef dropped his coffee to the floor, his glass shattering. "That can't-ah!" Chef struggled, turning towards the contestants. "New challenge! Find Chris!"
"You want us to save Chris? We don't even know who that guy was!" Gwen exclaimed, taking a step back.
"Hey, if no one saves Chris, there ain't no show, which means no winner, and no million dollars!" Chef argued, pointing at Gwen.
"What?" Scott asked in disbelief.
"That's not fair!" Courtney argued.
"Am I the only one okay with this?" Trent asked to no one in particular.
"We accept this challenge." Mal spoke, shutting everyone up. "As long as the one who saves Chris gets immunity in the next vote."
"And permanent residence in the spa hotel for as long as they're in the competition!" Courtney agreed.
"And we get to send one person to Boney Island." Scott added.
Chef threw his hands up. "Fine! Deal! Just fine Chris!"
"It looks to me like your intern is keeping Chris in the mine." Trent shrugged.
"Than get to it!" Chef told them, tossing them flashlights.
"Hm, looks like it's still sealed up." Zoey noted as the contestants looked over the sealed mine.
"Let's do this." Gwen spoke, turning to Courtney. She nodded in agreement as they walked off.
As they walked off, Trent and Scott walked in the other direction, passing the two girls.
"So what's the plan?" Scott asked. Trent rolled his eyes.
"Do we need a plan? Can't we just win the challenge?" He retorted. Scott scowled at him. "Fine, whatever."
Zoey quietly tailed Mal and Duncan. No conversation was happening between the two. Duncan still seemed lost in his own little world. Zoey watched them, raising her eyebrow in confusion.
Confessional: Zoey
"Mal and Duncan are in an alliance, but neither of them are talking with each other. Why?"
"This must be where he gets in and out " Trent noted the footprints in the dirt, leading into the underground mine.
"Ladies first." Scott smirked, raising his foot and bringing it down on Trent's back, sending him into the mine with a scream.
Scott chuckled. "Wimp."
Confessional: Scott
"If I can do this to Trent often, then I have NO complaints!"
Duncan aimed his flashlight into one of the holes as Mal looked in. Nearby, Courtney and Gwen were looking in nearby holes. Zoey was watching from a distance away.
"Perfect." Mal grinned. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Moments later, Duncan took a step, falling straight into the hole without a word or complaint, all the time staring blankly.
Mal jumped in after him as Gwen paced nervously.
"Oh no no no, I can't do this, I have a phobia about being buried alive! No way I can-" beneath her, the ground shattered and sent her falling in. Courtney's eyes widened, but the ground cracked beneath her, successfully tripping her into a hole behind.
Zoey sprinted to the hole Gwen fell in and jumped after her. "Gwen!" She shrieked.
Down in the mines somewhere, a pale hand pulled the sack off of an upside down Chris.
"Hardy har-har, Chef. Yup, you got me. Chef?" Chris congratulated sarcastically. It was only then he noticed Sylvan sitting on a toxic barrel.
"Woah, you look familiar!" the host exclaimed. "Do I know you from somewhere?"
"You know exactly who I am, McLean!" Sylvan nearly yelled, standing up and knocking the barrel over. "You were the one who left me on that godforsaken island, after all!"
"Oh, that's where I know you." Chris frowned. "Thought you were a fan or something."
"Oh, I am no fan." Sylvan smirked, stepping closer to Chris.
"I can tell." Chris remarked flatly.
"I've been mutated because of your toxic waste, McLean! I know your every thought! We both know you're afraid."
Chris just scoffed. "Yeah right! The day I believe that you can read minds is the day I don't get nominated for a gemmie!"
"Well, that day is a lot sooner than you expected." Sylvan replied, gesturing towards the toxic waste below Chris.
"Now, I have some fish to hunt. Your co-host with anger issues sent out your contestants to save you. I'd like to see them try." Finishing his sentence, he teleported away, leaving Chris looking bewildered.
Mal had landed on Duncan, and was walking down the mine, using his flashlight to help guide the way as Duncan followed mindlessly behind.
"Looks like the holes took us to different areas of the mine." Mal noted, smiling wickedly as he shone his flashlight around.
Bats flew across the screen, blacking it out, and cutting the camera to a flashlight flickering, revealing Gwen as the owner.
"Come on, work!" She begged, flickering her flashlight repeatedly. "Okay you can do this!" She reassured herself. "Don't panic."
The flashlight cut out entirely, and Gwen shrieked in panic.
In the monitor room, Chef was watching Gwen struggle with her flashlight.
"That may be a problem." He scowled, noticing the camera.
"Oh, you want an update? I have no idea where Sylvan is keeping Chris, or where the kids are at!" Chef told the camera, pressing a button on the keyboard to flicker from the camera to camera, to emphasize his point.
"But we'll find out on Total! Drama! All-Stars!" He spoke, doing the commercial break for Chris.
"I hate my life." The cook spoke as the camera faded out to commercial.
Gwen shuffled around the cave, her eyes looking around in panic, until a light came on, causing the goth to shriek again.
"Zoey!?" Gwen finally noticed once she came to her senses.
"Deep breaths, Gwen." Zoey reassured, placing her hand on Gwen's shoulder.
The goth girl took in several deep breaths. After a moment, she looked up at Zoey. "Where's Courtney?"
Zoey paused, now looking worried. "I haven't seen her."
Gwen's eyes widened and she began looking around frantically.
"Courtney!?" She called out, only to be stopped when Zoey placed her hand over her mouth.
"Gwen, shhh." The redhead whispered. "This cave is super unsafe!"
Gwen slowly began to calm down, waiting for Zoey to take her hand off.
Zoey smiled slightly in sympathy at Gwen, removing her hand.
"Let's keep moving."
Trent slid down to the cave floor. Dirt and dust covered his face as he coughed, failing to hear the sound of a redhead screaming, sliding down ledge Trent was pushed.
Trent's eyes widened, realizing what was about to happen, and failed to move as Scott's feet collided with his back, sending the dirt farmer on top of him.
"Ouch." Came Trent's muffled voice.
Scott groaned, rubbing the back of his head as he stood up. "The hell? I don't remember this last season." He frowned, looking around the cave with a flashlight.
"Apparently for good reason." Trent spoke, standing up as he rubbed his wrist.
"Which way do you think?" Scott asked, pointing his flashlight at each cave entrance.
"I really don't care."
"Pfft, figures."
Scott looked down a pathway to the right, feeling a rock beneath his feet. The dirt farmer reached down and grabbed the rock between his fingers. He raised his arm and tossed the rock down the tunnel, listening for the sound of the rock landing.
The crash was heard not two seconds later. Scott smirked slightly as he began walking down the tunnel, Trent in tow.
In another area of the mine, a tan dark hand touched the ground, feeling the recent footmark.
Mal stood up, looking out into the darkness of the cave ahead of him. A smirk crept onto his face, an idea forming in his mind.
The malevolent personality slowly turned towards the mindless delinquent behind him.
Duncan.
It's funny. Mal told him how he had gained full control of Fang. It was the same reason that he was in control of Mike.
The same thing at the route of every person's anger and aggression.
Fear.
And fear was Duncan's downfall.
Duncan was wrapped around Mal's finger, and he had no control of it.
He was practically in a vegetative state.
Now, Mal had to turn his focus on to someone else. Next elimination, he had to decide which contestant would go, and if he didn't win the challenge, it was going to be either him or Duncan heading home.
He needed Zoey in the game. She was his ticket to the finale.
Gwen wasn't a problem with her broken arm, and Courtney was busy trying to be friend-ish with her friend to bother be a threat.
Trent was going to pin a target on his back, if he hadn't already.
Scott. Scott was probably the only contestant he could eliminate without a problem.
With Duncan wrapped around his finger, that would be two votes for Scott. A simple manipulation to Trent could do the job, and that would be three votes.
And because Zoey doesn't want her boyfriend Mike to be eliminated, she would have to vote for Scott too.
If that was the case, it would be bye-bye, Scott.
And she would only do it because of her love for her boyfriend.
Mal chuckled darkly, folding his hands behind his back as Duncan held the flashlight, brightening the path ahead.
"Love. What an idiotic thing."
Love. So worthless.
Of course, one thing never occurred to Mal at that moment, and probably never would.
Love is the most powerful emotion. Even more than fear.
Chris smiled fakely at Sylvan.
The ex-intern sat in Ezekiel's throne, tapping his fingers along the armrest.
He had waited for so long to get revenge on Chris. For so long.
"Where's all this anger coming from?" He asked nervously, ripping Sylvan from his thoughts.
"You left me on that island, McLean." Sylvan replied, just above a whisper.
"Ah, water under the bridge!" The host waved him off.
"No. It's not." Sylvan denied, narrowing his eyes into a glare at the host. "You created me. You did this to me."
As he spoke, the ex-intern stood up and walked to the ledge to give Chris a better view.
His hair was still blue, and his skin had gone pale. His fingers had mutated into claws.
"Look better than Ezekiel." Chris replied, rolling his eyes.
Sylvan glared at Chris, gritting teeth in pure rage, the possibility of shattering them growing.
"I am going to enjoy making you suffer." Sylvan didn't speak, but he did it telepathically.
"I've already heard that one." Chris said, unamused.
Sylvan kicked a pile of rocks, turning towards Chris and jabbing his finger towards him.
"You clearly don't see the danger of your situation!"
Sylvan reached down and picked up a box, and flipped it open. A rat crawled out onto his hand, and snuggled against it. The second rat climbed onto his hand, allowing Sylvan to drop the box.
Sylvan lowered his free index finger, and tapped it against both rats. His telepathic message going through, and they turned towards Chris. The host winced.
Courtney walked down the mineshaft. Her flashlight isn't working after her fall, and she couldn't find Gwen.
During the fall, the hole split into two, and she and Gwen had been split up.
It was simple, really.
She was alone.
Or, at least, she thought.
As the former CIT ran her hands along the wall, feeling her way around the mine, she failed to hear the footsteps growing behind her.
Only as they came closer, she realized the truth.
She wasn't alone.
Courtney tried to turn around, but was stopped when a hand grabbed onto her head, and swung her into the stone cave wall. Not hard enough to cause any damage, but just precise enough to knock her into unconsciousness.
As Courtney had been unconscious and dragged away, Gwen and Zoey searched the mine. Zoey was leading the way as Gwen's claustrophobia controlled her.
"Do you hear that?" The goth asked Zoey, looking around in panic as footsteps were heard around her.
"I hear that." She continued in her panic.
Zoey's scream was heard, and then it abruptly stopped. Gwen whipped her head back to where Zoey had been standing, only to see a flashlight on the ground. She screamed in panic, scooting away.
Confessional: Gwen
Gwen is sitting on her side in the fetal position, making incomprehensible words, her eyes widened in terror.
Back in the monitor room, an intern was flicking through the cameras until he came to two which showed a cage that Zoey and Courtney were in, and another with Chris dangling over toxic waste.
"We've got 'em!" Chef said, looking over the monitors. "What in tarnation is…" The cook trailed off, noticing Chris dangling over toxic waste.
He gasped loudly.
Confessional: Chef
Chef is curled in the fetal position, making the same noises Gwen made just a bit earlier.
Scott led the way through the mineshaft, Trent following behind. They still didn't know where they were heading.
Scott stopped suddenly, stopping Trent behind him.
"What is it?" Trent asked, looking annoyed.
"Slope." Scott replied, also looking annoyed, but for other reasons.
"Shouldn't be a problem, eh Scott?" Trent smirked, placing his hands on Scott's shoulders.
Scott's eyes widened in realization, just as Trent pushed his arms, forcing Scott onto the slope and down the mine below with a scream.
Trent paused a moment, before jumping after him.
Down below, Scott tumbled out of a tunnel and landed on his stomach. He opened his eyes, and looked up at the owner of black jeans.
Noticing the blood red tie, Scott's skin went pale.
Just as Scott crawled backwards, Trent slid out of the tunnel and landed on Scott. The musician opened his eyes and came face-to-face with Mal.
This was the man who burnt his guitar.
Anger boiled up in Trent. That guitar was his most prized possession, and he just burnt it.
No, there was enough mayem for this monster.
Trent reached behind him and gripped a rock on the edge of the tunnel, and swung it around, bringing it down on Mal, and hitting his collarbone.
Mal collapsed to the ground as Trent stood up, raising the rock above his head, and ready to bring it down on Mal's head.
Just as he was about to bring it down, he became disturbed.
Mal was chuckling, no, he was laughing.
A malevolent grin was plastered on his face as he stared up at Trent.
Scott stared in confusion at Mal and Trent, waiting for something to happen.
"I wouldn't do that." Mal said, smiling evilly.
"Why?" Trent asked, his anger still evident.
Mal's smile grew even wider and he snapped his fingers.
Trent saw a movement in the corner of his eye, and he quickly shifted his sight over to Duncan, who was holding a sharped rock next to his neck.
Trent's eyes went wide.
"You wouldn't…"
"I'm not doing anything. It's suicide." Mal responded, his evil smile not fading.
Trent looked over at Duncan. "Duncan, drop it."
Duncan's eyes stared off blankly. He didn't listen to anyone but Mal.
"What did you do to him?" Trent asked, every sign of his uncaring attitude leaving him.
"You'll never know." Mal replied simply.
Trent stared off at Duncan, slowly lowering the rock to his side, and finally, dropping it.
Duncan lowered the rock to his own side as Mal stood up and dusted himself off.
"This has been fun, but I'm afraid this is where we part ways." Mal spun on his heel and started to walk off, Duncan following behind.
Trent sat down on the tunnel edge, looking down at the ground, and then to his hands.
What had he become?
Would his family want this?
Would anyone want this?
What is this monster in him that Mal created?
Scott approached him, his eyebrow raised, but before he could ask him anything, a figure appeared in front of them.
"Hello!" Sylvan smiled.
The intern looked up at Chef as he ate a bucket of ice cream.
"What? I eat when I'm stressed!" Chef told him defensively. He flickered his attention back to the monitor. "Zoom in on the rope holding Chris."
The intern obeyed Chef's command, and zoomed in, revealing to rats biting at the rope that had been holding Chris over the toxic waste.
Chef gasped, looking between the monitor and the bucket of ice cream.
"We're gonna need more ice cream."
Scott and Trent were shoved into the cage, their heads hurting awfully from Sylvan's teleportation.
"Thank goodness you guys are okay!" Zoey said, relieved for the two contestants.
"Yeah, but you know what's not okay? That Duncan is doing everything Mal wants!" Scott complained.
"What does that mean?" Courtney asked from the corner of the cage.
"Mal has Duncan under some kind of hypnosis type thing." Trent spoke up. The musician paused, shaking his head. "It's not hypnosis. It's something else."
Zoey looked at Trent, then to Courtney. "What did Mal do to him?" She asked herself quietly.
Mal and Duncan came to a stop. Mal turned around to see if anyone was following him and Duncan. No one was. Good. Immunity is in his grasp, and nothing can stop him. If someone was going to try, all he had to do is snap his fingers and Duncan would be on them.
The intern poked his head out of the buckets of ice cream, another bouncing off his head.
"We're outta ice cream." Chef told him. "Total Drama will not end at episode one hundred!" He pulled out his meatball bazooka, and walked off, ready to take on Sylvan himself.
"What's the point of this?" Scott demanded an answer from Sylvan, who was sitting in the throne, closing his eyes, and smiling.
"Hello!?" Scott yelled, throwing his voice throughout the mineshaft.
Sylvan's bloodshot eyes opened and he stared at Scott through the cage.
"Why, to see the host of Total Drama finally die! Not just for me, but for everything this asshole has done to us!"
Sylvan pointed at Chris, his rage building up inside of him.
"What happened to me? Is that what you want to know, Courtney?" Sylvan shifted his eyes to Courtney, who looked bewildered at Sylvan, but grew a straight face.
"Chris' sick games happened," Sylvan started, turning and pacing down the platform above the toxic waste.
"I was sent to Boney Island to find a good place to hide the Immunity Idol. And then, I was trapped. Underground. In a cave." Sylvan looked towards the contestants, looking between all of them.
"Toxic waste is a shit show. I gave into it. And I lived. Barely. Just because I have teleportation and telepathy does not mean I'm not in pain!" He shouted, turning to Chris.
"I suffered. I'm still suffering. But now, I'll make you suffer!"
The ex-intern, hell-bent on revenge, looked towards the rats and told them a telepathic message.
Mal and Duncan continued down the cave. He still didn't have an idea where he was going, but he didn't care. If this intern captures the other contestants, and he is the only one left, he'll win immunity and get to watch the others become miserable, allowing him into the final six of the competition.
His train of thought was broken when he heard cracking behind him. The malevolent personality spun around to see the ground beneath Duncan crack, and finally, broke.
Duncan fell through the hole without a scream, his body practically looking limp.
Mal rolled his eyes in annoyance as he watched his puppet take the plummet.
Down below, Gwen was walking along a river, trying to find the exit to the mines.
"Forget Chris, find a way out, forget Chris, find a way out."
At that moment, the familiar green mohawk splashed into the water. Gwen went wide-eyed at the sight.
"Duncan?" She questioned, momentarily forgetting her claustrophobia. She reached down and pulled Duncan out of the water, using her one good arm.
Seeing her former boyfriend above the water, she scowled. Something was off, though.
Duncan was staring blankly, his eyes focused on nothing. He was breathing, but he wasn't moving. Not even his legs, or his fingers, or his arms.
Gwen pulled Duncan out of the water entirely, and walked on.
Confessional: Gwen
"What happened to Duncan?" Gwen questioned quietly from within the confessional, looking curious.
"Hey, rodents!" Chris said, attempting to negotiate with the rats that had been biting the rope holding him above the toxic waste. "I know a cheese artist, surely we can work something out.
The rope snapped, leaving just a thread left, as Chris came closer to the toxic waste, just less than a foot between him and the waste.
Sylvan leaned forward in his throne, smiling as Chris neared the toxic waste.
The rats looked down at the toxic waste, and resumed biting at the rope.
"Okay, getting scaredy. Help!" Chris said, sounding only slightly scared.
"Well, well." Mal smirked, watching the chaos unfold from the sidelines, behind the wall behind Sylvan's chair.
Gwen looked out at the events unfolding and gasped, placing her hand over her mouth.
At that moment, Chef ran in, carrying his meatball bazooka. Gwen and Mal both watched as the cook ran in.
Sylvan was caught off guard as Chef ran in, carrying his meatball bazooka.
"Chris!" He yelled, worried about losing his best friend.
The contestants in the cage cheered at Chef's arrival.
Ignoring the contestants, Chef dropped the bazooka, his eyes on the rats biting away at the rope holding g Chris. Getting within reach, the cook swing around a stick, hitting both rats off the rope, and knocking them away.
"What took you so long!?" Chris asked, annoyed and scared. He sniffed. "And why do you smell like mint chocolate chip ice cream!?"
"Fuck off!" Sylvan screamed, earning the attention of Chef and Chris. They looked over at the ex-intern to see him holding the meatball bazooka. He grinned devilishly, and fired it, striking Chef, and knocking him over.
"Sylvan, let's talk about this!" Chris pleaded.
"What's to talk about!?" Sylvan yelled, walking to the ledge with the bazooka.
Behind the throne, Gwen and Mal peeked out, one of them more worried than the other.
"You can't trust underlings to help you, huh!? Well, I guess I'll have to take matters into my own hands!" Sylvan yelled, lowering the bazooka to aim at Chris.
Chris closed his eyes and braced for impact.
That was when Gwen made her move.
The goth girl ran out of her cover, just fast enough to stop Sylvan from pulling the trigger by kicking the back of his knee, effectively knocking him backwards.
The bazooka went off and missed Chris by a foot, and instead hit the cage, creating a hole in it, and freeing the contestants.
"No!"
Sylvan turned to look at Gwen, who was backing up slowly. He raised the bazooka to hit Gwen, but before he could fire it, he was tackled by a burly man, dropping the bazooka to Gwen's feet.
Sylvan stared into Chef's eyes as he held him down. Finally, Chef brought up his fist, and swung down, nailing Sylvan's nose, breaking it, and knocking the ex-intern unconscious, and sprawled out on the floor.
Zoey untied Chris and helped him down onto the ground. He nodded a thanks to Zoey, which caught her off guard.
"Come on! We gotta get out of here!" The host shouted to the contestants.
Mal rolled his eyes, his eyes stopping in a lever in the corner by one of the tunnels.
He already knew what it was for. The malevolent personality approached it, and grabbed it. He smiled evilly at the chaos he was about to cause.
He pulled it.
All at once, the ceiling exploded, rocks falling down and crushing the cage.
The contestants all ran for the nearest possible exit.
"What's happening!?" A panicked Zoey screamed, dodging the incoming rocks.
Gwen pulled Courtney out of the way of a rock, saving her as rocks fell around them.
Mal stepped into the shadows, the rocks falling and covering the lever he pulled, covering his tracks.
Chef picked up Scott and tossed him into the nearest tunnel, putting him into safety.
Chris jumped into one of the tunnels with Zoey, the rocks splashing into the toxic waste behind them.
Trent tripped over small rocks, just behind the tunnel. He lifted his hand in worry, counting to nine in his head. That was when Gwen shoved him forward, putting herself in danger.
Gwen jumped forward and slipped, her body slamming against the floor. She looked up at the worried Trent, a rock came down and crushed her legs. She screamed in pain as Trent rushed to her aid.
None of them knew what had happened in that cave, and none of them would like to talk about it.
Sylvan's eyes fluttered open. He almost instantly became aware of the rocks collapsing all around him.
He looked straight up, just in time to see a boulder head right for him. He didn't even have time to scream before he expired.
That night, six of the seven contestants sat on the stumps. Chef's arm was in a sling as Chris stood in front of all of them.
"Zoey wins are never-to-be-repeated, or spoken-of-again, challenge! She saved me, and that's what matters! So, I'll honor her the deal that Chef made!" He gestures to Chef, who just rolls his eyes.
"The spa hotel is yours, Zoey. Who's heading to exile on Boney Island?"
Zoey looked down at her feet, in thought. "Scott." She finally spoke.
Scott slouched in disappointment.
"Now, as for who goes home, no vote is required! Gwen is too injured to continue!"
Chef rolled up an injured Gwen in a wheelchair. Zoey, Courtney, and Trent gasped.
"So, in rules that my cruel streak dictate, she must be flushed!"
Zoe's approached Gwen first. "I'm sorry you had to go out this way, Gwen."
Gwen just shrugged in response. "Meh, to be honest, I did all I wanted when I came back."
Zoey smiled weakly, and walked off, allowing Trent up.
"I'm sorry I haven't been myself." He told her, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"You'll be okay, Trent. I've never lost faith in you." Gwen offered a smile, one which Trent returned, and he walked away.
Courtney walked up next. "I'm sorry I was such a jerk before, Gwen." She apologized.
"Well, it's water under the bridge." Gwen replied, shrugging her good shoulder. "I'm just glad we're friends again."
Courtney nodded in agreement, and turned around, walking back to her stump.
Chris flushed Gwen down the toilet, and pocketed the button.
"Yeah, not how I wanted to celebrate the one hundredth episode of Total Drama, but, at least no one got hurt. Well, no one important, anyway! Here, on Total! Drama! All-Stars!"