AN: This episode was hard to write as the entire canon episode was just downright horrible! I hope I did a better job than how the canon episode played out, but you guys are the judge of that!
Nicky Haugh: Thank you! I hope you enjoy today's episode!
CutieMudkipYT: I live in America haha. Needless to say, I'm glad to see someone happy about an interest! That may come across as sarcasm, but if you feel that way with Vito and Mal, I guess we're even. I mean that as in we're both kinda weird, if you get me. Anyway, I hope you enjoy today's episode!
gabage6 2: Thank you! Yeah, I actually changed the final five once or twice because I didn't really like it. Lightning was supposed to be here, let that sink in for a second. Well, if you wanna see if Courtney is a jerkface, I guess you'll just have to read and find out, my friend. I hope you enjoy today's episode!
Guest: Yup, Zoey has gone commando. I will confirm that now. Courtney's reaction to the new Zoey? Well, I'm afraid that is for me to know, and you to find out. I hope you enjoy today's episode!
Sundae Muddy Sundae
The show fades in on the partially destroyed dock with Chris McLean ready to do the recap.
"Last time on Total Drama All-Stars: Scott became determined to eliminate Courtney for the comment she made about him, oh, so long ago. Trent has been having a difficult time choosing who to side with, especially after his...change.
"And the final six ran the Obsta-Kill Course, and proved the old saying to be true, 'whatever doesn't kill you makes you really, really sore.' The winner? Mike. Or was it Mal? Yeah, it was Mal. But thanks to the help of Duncan, who has been acting really strange recently, and was also a big loser!
"Only five players remain, who will live to play another day? And who will go sightseeing in sewer city? Via the dreaded Flush of Shame. Find out right here, right now, on Total! Drama! All-Stars!"
When the show fades back into the spa hotel, several windows were broken, a chair has been visibly been thrown out of a window.
Inside one of the rooms of the spa hotel, a painting had been knocked off and had been tilted. Bed mattresses had been flipped over and pulled off the frame. One of the chandeliers had been shattered.
Suddenly, a plant smashed against the wall just as Scott opened the door, catching him off guard.
"The hell?" He asked, taking a step back. Mal stood up from the area of the room he had been trashing, and looked over at Scott.
"Is there something you need?" He asked.
"As a matter of fact, there is." Scott replied, looking cautious as he stepped further into the room.
"Because your ally was picked off yesterday, I was thinking, why don't I help you?" Mal chuckled darkly as he approached Scott.
"You think because my ally was eliminated I don't stand a chance?" Mal asked Scott, crossing his arms.
"Duh." Scott replied, rolling his eyes.
"You're wrong, farm boy." Mal told him, stepping closer to Scott, and pushing him closer to one of the shattered windows.
"I may be one ally short, but I have plenty of tricks up my sleeve." The malevolent personality shoved his hands to Scott's shoulders, pushing him out of the shattered window.
Falling over the ledge, Scott flailed his arms and grabbed onto Mal's blood red tie, his feet digging into the window ledge.
Mal rolled his eyes and swiped his hands up, knocking Scott's hands off of him, and sending him falling out the window. He folded his arms behind his back, and walked away whistling.
For Scott, it seemed to be in slow motion.
His hands came loose from Mal's tie, and the first thing that came into his head was shock. Then, his feet slipped from the ledge, and it was fear that came into his mind. And as the dirt farmer fell from the ledge, he had a feeling of anger wash over him.
Just as that anger came into his mind, he hit the ground, pain rising through his back.
Scott let out a groan, lying on the ground, and looking straight up into the sky.
His vendetta on Courtney would have to wait. Now, he is going after Mal.
Loser Cabins - Boys
With Mal, Scott, and Zoey in the spa hotel, Trent was the only male contestant left in the boy's loser cabin. Courtney was next door, and she was not happy about how the last challenge turned out.
The good news out of everything that occurred yesterday was that Duncan was eliminated.
The musician had been counting to nine in his head over and over, just for luck that anyone but Mal would win the next challenge.
He had been there and saw first hand what had happened to Gwen, and for the past day, it kept replaying in his mind.
Gwen didn't deserve to go out that way. No one did.
And why had Scott been so determined to beat Courtney yesterday? What had been the reason?
Trent had been thinking it over. There had to be more than just Courtney commanding him to do something so long ago to be the reason. But what was it?
He thought back to when Scott and Courtney had been in the cage. He hadn't seen anything at the time, but now he did.
It was their body language.
Now it occurred to him why Scott had been acting the way he did towards Courtney.
He wanted to get her attention.
He liked her.
Loser Cabins - Girls
Courtney had not been happy yesterday.
Mal won the damn challenge, and now he was still here.
She threw open the door and marched down the steps. As she did so, she noticed Scott sitting on the steps of the spa hotel. He looked injured.
Courtney couldn't help herself but wince. He was determined to beat her yesterday, but he still failed. Her eyes scanned over the spa hotel, and saw the shattered window.
Did Mal throw him out of that window?
Scott looked up at Courtney, and he quickly stood up, trying to hide the fact he had been injured.
Courtney rolled her eyes, but couldn't keep the small smile on her face from disappearing.
The loudspeaker crackled to life, and she knew that Chris had another pain filled challenge ahead.
"Attention punching bags! Please gather in the forest clearing! And bring your padded undies, because today's challenge is a butt-kicker!"
The spa hotel doors open to see Zoey step out. Her hair was still loose and she had war paint on her cheeks. She still looked extremely determined.
Scott stood up and walked the best he could to the clearing.
Trent opened the door to the loser cabin and walked out. He noticed the strange look on Zoey, and raised an eyebrow.
Mal stepped out of the spa hotel and didn't look towards Zoey.
Courtney, on the other hand, looked completely shocked at this new Zoey. "What happened to you?" She asked her.
"What does it look like happened to me?" Zoey replied, taking a slingshot from behind her back. "You might think I'm with Mal, but I'm bringing Mike back if it's the last thing I do." She shoved past Courtney and followed the others into the forest.
Confessional: Courtney
"Looks like I was right...Zoey is a cutthroat after all." She crosses her arms.
"Behold! My sad, skinny interns!" Chris announced once the final five arrived at the clearing.
Two tired interns stood next to a large television of the island.
"I totally forgot to feed them this week." Chris continued, prompting a snicker from Scott.
"I know, funny right? So, today's challenge is a race to make a delicious sundae and serve it up to, what's his name, and who's it's, over here." Chris told them, looking towards the two interns.
Confessional: Trent
"Sounds like the perfect challenge for Owen. Miss that big guy."
"So, to make this fun, for me, you'll have to travel to the most dangerous areas on the island to procure the ingredients of this dessert."
Five red 'X's appear on the television, pointing at three areas of the island. The screen suddenly changes to a snowy slope.
"Your ice cream awaits at the top of the diving cliff, which the ice machine has been making nice and slippery all week."
The screen changes to a swamp like area, with a bowl of cherries on a stone in the center.
"Maraschino cherries are perched on a rock in the swamp."
The television cuts to cans of whipped cream on top a wooden stool on the beach.
"Whipped cream at the western beach."
The television hits static before changing back to a bowl of peanuts atop a barrel in the cafeteria.
"Fine crushed peanuts in the old cafeteria. And-"
The static cut to a mutant flower with chocolate sauce surrounding it. A bear dips it's paw into the sauce and licks it off it's hand.
"The final ingredient, chocolate sauce, surrounding a recently planted mutant fire flower."
The fire flower blows out fire at the bear, burning all its hair off as it licked the chocolate sauce from its hand.
Chris handed bowls to the five contestants.
"You're sick, McLean." Trent scowled.
"What can I say? Prison changed me, for the better. The first person to have their sundae completely consumed by the intern wins. On your marks," He removed his trusty air horn and pressed the button, and marking the beginning if the challenge.
The contestants ran off, with Zoey taking the lead.
Confessional: Mal
"If I fail to win this challenge, I'll be the one on the chopping block. Unless…" he trails off, chuckling darkly. "Of course, Zoey wouldn't vote me. She's too dependent on her pathetic boyfriend.
"Even if she seemingly changed herself, she never really did."
Confessional: Zoey
"Mal thinks he has the upper hand. He doesn't. I will bring Mike back if it is the last thing I ever do, I'm coming for you, Mal!"
"Courtney, we need an alliance if we wanna take down Mal!" Scott told Courtney as they ran.
"You want an alliance?" Courtney asked, glancing back at Scott. "Fine, deal. But it only lasts until Mal is eliminated."
"Fine by me."
Confessional: Scott
"Courtney just accepted an alliance with me? With Mal gone today, I can focus on getting her outta here next.
Trent was crawling up the snowy slope towards the top of the mountain, but was stopped when Scott ran past him, ignoring the snow beneath him.
In the process of running past Trent, Scott pushed him over. "Outta the way! Mal has to lose, which means I gotta win!"
"Not cool, man!" Trent yelled, pulling himself out of the snow.
Scott ran along the top of the mountain and past the snow machine. So far, he was in the lead, and the ice cream was directly ahead of him.
He smiled, knowing that there was practically no way Mal was going to win this challenge if everyone beat him to the locations.
The dirt farmer's thoughts were interrupted when the ground beneath him suddenly became slippery, and causing him to fall and slide along the ice path.
"This just in! Scott is the first to reach the ice cream!" Chris announced over a nearby loudspeaker.
"Yeah!" Scott cheered, not noticing where he was going, until he gasped, and his eyes locked onto the edge of the cliff. "No!"
He scrambled for something to grab onto, to stop himself from going off the cliff, but failed when he flew off the side of the cliff.
Just like earlier, he flailed his arms in hopes of grabbing onto something.
He did.
Scott's hand caught onto an icicle just as he fell, catching himself and suspending himself over the water below.
"Seriously? Seriously!?" Scott yelled to no one in particular as he hung from the cliff.
"And Trent has scooped up first place!" Chris announced.
Trent dropped the scoop he had been using into the snow, and ran for the slope again, noticing that he filled his bowl.
Mal, Zoey, and Courtney climbed the slope, though Zoey was ahead of both Courtney and Mal.
The trio heard a cheer from atop the slope, and watched as Trent slid past them with a bowl of ice cream in his hands.
Mal scowled at the musician, and did his best to stand up. The malevolent personality ran past the crawling Zoey, and in the process, knocked Courtney over as he ran.
Confessional: Courtney
"No way am I letting Mal win this challenge. There is only so many times a weasel like Mal can win."
Zoey and Courtney crawled, practically neck and neck, to the top of the slope, and as they did, Mal slid back down the slope, running past them. He cast Courtney an evil smile as he jumped onto the slope, and began down.
"First! Place!" The two girls heard from the cliff edge as they scooped up their ice cream.
Scott crawled up from the cliff, his bowl on his head.
Zoey scooped in her ice cream and ran for the slope, turning Courtney into having a look of worry.
"Hurry, Scott! We can't let Mal win!"
The overachiever finished scooping in her ice cream and ran for the slope as Scott climbed up and ran for the ice cream.
"I'm right behind you like a horse on a Thanksgiving prom night-" Scott trailed off into a slight yell as he slipped on the ice path once again, and slipping right into the ice cream snowman as the bear licked at it.
The head of the ice cream snowman wobbled back and forth before finally falling off onto the bear's head.
It roared furiously, earning a terrified scream from Scott.
Confessional: Scott
"Let's get one thing clear. I wasn't afraid of the bear. I was screaming to confuse it.
"Yeah, that's it."
Trent plugged his nose as he walked through the swamp, everything above his waist was visible.
"And Trent is first to the cherries! Will he keep his lead? Not if Snappy has anything to say about it!"
"Snappy?" Trent asked, now alarmed as he dropped his cherry onto his ice cream.
An alligator rose from the swamp water behind him, earning a scream from Trent.
As the alligator opened its mouth and leap at Trent, Mal flew in on a vine, kicking the alligator to the bottom of the swamp, and knocking it out.
"Bet that hurt." Mal chuckled, grabbing one of the cherries.
"What are you doing here, Mal?" Trent asked, stepping away from the cherries, and making his way back to land.
"The same reason you're here." Mal replied.
Mal began to close in on Trent, but was stopped when a blur swung in on a vine, slamming their feet into Mal's chest, and into the stone that the cherries had been sitting on.
Zoey stood up, her bowl nowhere near her, her eyes fixed into a glare on Mal.
"Well, well, if Zoey hasn't finally decided to stick up for herself." Mal smirked, placing his bowl onto the rock.
"Let Mike go, Mal!" Zoey yelled.
"No. Mike is never going to come back, Zoey. I thought you would've understood that by now."
Zoey curled her hands into a fist. Mal noticed the gesture, and his smile grew wider.
They glared at each other, and then they sprinted through the swamp water, both of them raising a fist to strike a blow on their opponent.
Just as they got to each other, the screen paused, and Chris stepped into view with a remote in his hand.
"Wow, looks like Commando Zoey is back! Who will survive the sundae challenge? And who is about to become a meal for the local wildlife? Find out after the break on Total! Drama All-Stars!"
Commercial break.
The show resumed and Zoey dodged Mal's punch, as Mal did hers.
They glared at each other, before running back in, their fists drawn. Zoey leaped over Mal, kicking the back of his neck, and landing in the swamp water behind him.
Mal scowled and ran back for Zoey, lifting his foot just enough to kick her, knocking her back into the stone holding the cherries.
He gripped her throat with his hands, and Zoey, acting quickly, brought her head up to his, colliding their heads together, and loosening Mal's grip on her.
Zoey shoved Mal off her, and grabbed a cherry, and jumping over the stone, and landing in the swamp water behind it.
She quickly loaded the cherry into her slingshot, and fired as Mal looked up at her, and hit his eye.
Mal clutched his eye, and took a step back as Courtney sailed by on a log, grabbing one of the cherries, and pushing herself back off.
Zoey grabbed another cherry, and ran for the shore.
Just as the redhead touched her foot to the shore, she felt a rock collide with the back of her head, knocking her to the ground.
She looked up at Mal, who was holding his ice cream bowl, and smiling evilly.
The malevolent personality stood up, and ran off. Zoey reached for her bowl and dropped her cherry in, and ran after Mal.
She tackled him to the ground, pinning his arms to the ground. He glared up at her, positioning his legs to her chest, easily tossing her off him.
Just as she stood up, Scott ran in with a bear chasing after him. He tripped on a rock, knocking him to the ground as the bear ran in.
The bear tripped over Scott's legs, knocking it into the swamp water, and colliding with the alligator that Mal had previously kicked.
The bear roared, picking up the alligator and tossing it away, and went back after Scott.
Confessional: Scott
"I don't know what the problem was with that bear. It was just a bit of ice cream! No need to get hysterical!"
As Mal and Zoey fought once more, Mal realized that she kept blocking every form of punch he threw. Zoey soon realized the same thing. It was similar to how Chef and Izzy used to fight during the first and second seasons.
Mal threw his foot up, allowing Zoey an opportunity to catch it. She stopped his foot inches from her chest, holding it close to her. Mal glared annoyingly at Zoey's expertise in her fighting skill.
She pushed his leg backwards, letting Mal wobble a bit unbalanced, he looked up at Zoey, just in time to see Zoey sprint right for him, her fist flying up beneath his eyes and connecting with his jaw.
The punch sent Mal off his feet, two to three inches in the air before he began back down to the earth soil. The fall was soon interrupted when Zoey spun around, her foot connecting with his chest, and sending him flying into a tree behind him.
Mal collided with the tree and slid down, his legs becoming suddenly weak.
Zoey glared at Mal, and she stood like a warrior, the sun shining down on her.
Mal couldn't help but glare at the sight before him.
Zoey opened her mouth to say something, but decided against it once she heard Scott's footsteps. She reached down for her ice cream bowl, and ran off, with Scott on her tail.
Mal put his hand to the nearest tree branch to support himself to his feet.
As he stood up, the camera zoomed into his head.
Mike's Mind
Mike sighed as he, Chester, and Svetlana stood in the elevator.
"I think Mal is getting weaker." Mike noted.
"So am I. I gotta sit down." Chester complained.
"Zitting iz for after victory!" Svetlana countered.
"Who asked ya, comrade?" Chester asked, getting in her face.
Before the argument could escalate any further, the elevator doors open to show a boxing ring.
The three step out onto the floor, and the door shuts behind them.
In the center of the ring was none other than Vito, standing with boxing gloves on his hands.
"Ayo, 'bout time someone showed up! I wanna fight someone, here!" Vito complained, raising his fists.
Mike exchanged glances with Svetlana and Chester. "C'mon, Vito! We gotta stop Mal!"
Vito stopped him then, putting up one of his hands. "Ayo, why should I come with you three when Mal has given Vito everything he's ever asked for? That's more than what you did!"
"Hey, he's right! Why do we have to listen to you?" Chester asked, glaring at Mike.
"What? Are you really letting Mal get away with all this? This is what he wants you to do! Lose your faith in me!"
"Well, if you want the Vito to join you all, then you gotta best him in a game."
Svetlana facepalmed.
Mike groaned. "Do I really have to do this?"
"Ayo, you walked into the Vito's place, so you gotta pay the price." Vito countered, taking a step closer to the edge of the ring.
Mike let out a sigh and stepped into the ring, grabbing two boxing gloves and placing them onto his hands just before he got into the position.
Vito glared and Mike with a cocky smirk, while Mike glared at Vito with a worried look.
The bell rang, and Vito charged at Mike as if he were sprinting towards a marathon finish line.
Mike raised his fist to protect his face as Vito threw the first punch, only hitting Mike's fist.
Once Vito retreated several steps, Mike lowered his fists, and ran for Vito, his fist raised.
Vito easily lowered to the ground and rolled out of the way. Mike spun to face Vito, who was slowly starting to stand up.
The tough guy personality charged for Mike, his elbow in front of him with his hand shooting outwards.
He slammed into Mike, knocking him backwards on his feet and into the red ropes.
Vito twisted his hips and threw another punch towards Mike. It collided with his face, and Mike's head snapped backwards, blood exploding from his nose. His vision became blurry.
Vito took a step away from Mike, pumping his fist, though, to Mike, he had no clue what Vito was doing.
Mike spit the blood from his mouth, reaching for the rope to support himself to his feet, he positioned his feet into a fighting stance.
Vito had continued to pump his fist until he noticed that Mike was now standing, and he glared.
"The fuck?" Vito questioned. "Ayo, this is my fuckin' place, so you'd better fuck off."
Mike would be damned if Vito didn't come to help him. Who knew what Mal was doing outside of his head, but it was undoubtedly nothing good. And if Vito thought that he was giving up so easily then he was wrong. Dead wrong.
Before Vito was aware, Mike charged at him, his fists swinging back and forth, and his feet hitting against the ground at a fast rate, giving him a faster speed.
Mike swung his arm around, colliding with Vito's cheek, knocking his head to the side. Vito lost his balance and wobbled towards the rope, but kept himself standing up.
"You fucked with the wrong guy." Vito hissed. Mike rubbed his fist on his nose, rubbing the blood off.
Almost at once, they sprinted for each other. It all seemed to be in slow motion. Desperation could be seen in Vito's eyes, but for Mike? For him it was determination.
Vito swung his arm out, his fist in a direct course for Mike's face. Unfortunately for him, Mike dropped his knees to the floor and skid along the ring, holding out his arm and slammed his fist into Vito's waist.
Unable to slow himself down, Vito sprinted straight into the red rope at the end as Mike quickly got to his feet, twisting himself to face towards Vito.
Vito was walking towards Mike. There was a pain in his waist, Mike saw it, but it was difficult to see. Vito was trying to hide it.
Once they stood about two to three feet apart from each other, Vito swung his fist around, doing the same mistake as last time. Mike jumped out of the way just in time, and bringing his own fist down over his shoulder as soon as he landed, unintentionally hitting Vito's collar bone.
Vito yelped in pain as Mike spun on his heel, bringing himself around, elbow raised, and crashed it into Vito's face.
Vito snapped his head to the side as Mike once again swung his fist around, hitting his back, and sending Vito to his knees. The tough guy looked up at Mike desperately, only for Mike push himself on top of Vito, pinning the exhausted Vito to the ground.
Mike began to count. "One...two…three!"
Just as he said three, Mike rolled off Vito, onto his own back. Vito himself rolled over and stared at the room's ceiling.
After a moment, Mike stood up and and sound was heard. Vito stood up next to Mike, both of them walking towards the exit of the ring, climbing out.
On the television screen was yet another flashback. Did Mike want to watch it? No. No he didn't. But it seemed that he had to.
Flashback
Mike hated high-school. Especially now that he was in a boxing class. Mike thought that his school was insane to even put something like that into as a class, even as idiotic to put it as a school requirement.
Not only that, but Mike didn't have any friends either. And he hated the teacher. All he wanted was the students to be fit.
Not only did that not help, but it was even worse when one of the strongest guys in the school was in the same class as you.
"Let's get Mike and Griff!" The coach barked.
And it was just Mike's luck to get the strongest guy in the school as his opponent.
"You're goin' down, weirdo." Griff told Mike once they stepped into the ring.
"I want a nice, clean, fight!" The coach yelled, raising his whistle.
No he didn't. He didn't want that all. Mike knew it.
The coach blew the whistle and Griff sprinted for Mike immediately.
Unable to even react, Griff swung his fist around as hard as he could, colliding with Mike's head, almost knocking him to the ground immediately.
The whistle blew again, and the last thing Mike heard before he blacked out was Griff yell: "Ayo!"
End Flashback
Mike tore his eyes from the screen as the elevator door opened. He walked into the door, and waited for Vito, Svetlana, and Chester to join him.
"Who was that guy?" Vito asked Mike as the elevator door shut, bringing them to the next level.
Trent ran to the beach and he saw three cans of whipped cream up ahead on a wooden stool.
"And Trent is the first to reach the whipped cream! Will he keep his lead? Not if he wants to bomb the ratings!"
Trent raised an eyebrow as he ran along the sand field, until the ground beneath him suddenly exploded, launching him back to the beginning.
"What was that?" Trent asked himself, coughing into his fist.
As the musician coughed, Courtney ran in past him. "Yes! Victory is mine!" She cheered. "Wait! Courtney wat-" Trent's warning was cut off when Courtney stepped onto a mine, blowing up and launching Courtney into the air.
Confessional: Courtney
Courtney is shaking, hugging herself.
As Trent and Courtney stand up, Zoey sprints past them, pulling out her slingshot and loading several cherries onto it.
With one hand motion, she releases the cherries and send then flying into the air, onto the mines and successfully detonating them.
As Trent and Courtney begin towards the whipped cream, Mal runs in, his bowl in hand. He had managed to outrun Scott prior to arriving here.
He glared at Zoey, who was shaking a can and spraying it onto her ice cream. Mal began to walk onto the cleared sand area.
Feeling a glare bore into the back of her head, Zoey turns around, only to be kicked in the shin by Mal, knocking her to her knees.
Trent and Courtney gasp, running to Zoey's aid, but both are stopped when Mal holds up his hand, his other hand bringing Zoey close to his face, holding her by the throat.
"Just like I suspected. Nobody ever really changes."
Mal dropped Zoey to her knees once more. She looked up at Mal pleadingly, only to see the bottom of Mal's shoe, and it quickly collided with Zoey's chest, knocking her onto another mine.
Mal cackled evilly as Zoey flew out into the water. Trent and Courtney took several steps back, and Mal reaches for his bowl that he had placed on the stool, and, pressing the button atop the bottle, sprays the whipped cream over his ice cream.
Mal whistles the tune that several of the contestants know decently well as Mal made his way past Trent and Courtney.
"What's wrong?" Mal asked, his grin not fading. "I thought you would be happy to see Zoey get what was coming to her."
Confessional: Courtney
"Okay, so I guess I was wrong about my assumptions about Zoey. What? So sue me."
Courtney and Trent ran for the whipped cream as Zoey swam back to shore, the marks on her cheeks completely gone, and her look of determination had vanished.
Her commando personality that she had, had completely vanished. She was done with it. She just wanted Mike back. Would she ever get him back?
Zoey fell to her knees, and coughed out water that she had unintentionally swallowed on her way back to land. She looked up to see Trent and Courtney running to the next location, although Courtney sent her an apologetic glance. Something that seemed to be out of character for her.
Scott ran from the forest, panting heavily. He smiled when he saw the whipped cream on the stool, and ran straight for it.
"Scott, be careful!" Zoey warned.
"Pfft, why should I be careful about a plain-" Scott's counter was interrupted when he stepped onto a mine, blowing up and sending the dirt farmer into the air. Zoey winced at the sight, and slowly stood up to spray whipped cream onto her sundae.
She walked past Scott and grabbed her sundae off the stool, and made her way back towards the next location. "Bye, Scott." She spoke weakly to the dirt farmer as she passed, to which he groaned in response.
Confessional: Zoey
"Well, I thought that if I could become a hard person again I could bring Mike back. It didn't work like I thought it would have."
She begins to tie her hair back up. "How do I save Mike from Mal?"
Confessional: Scott
"Seriously? A minefield? I thought those were supposed to be easier to spot! I mean...ah, whatever. Mal is going down!"
"And Mal is the first to enter the crush nut zone! Where he will have to face off Scott's old friend, Fang!" Chris announced over the loudspeaker as Mal entered the cafeteria and was reaching for the crushed nuts to drop on his sundae.
"'Fang'?" Mal repeated, grinning maliciously.
In the corner of the cafeteria, Fang stepped out of the dark, licking his lips. Without a second thought on who it was that stepped into the building, Fang charged at Mal, who stood straight, completely calm.
Fang opened his mouth, ready to devour Mal, only for him to stop inches away from Mal's face. Just like how it was during the boat race.
Fang closed his jaw, staring at Mal with fear, until the malevolent personality reached back and slammed his fist to Fang's snout.
However, instead of Fang replying with a whimper, Fang instead began to stare forward into a blank stare.
Mal smirked, raised his hand, and snapped his fingers.
Fang stepped back several feet as Mal took a handful of crushed nuts and poured them onto his sundae.
Just as he did so, Trent ran into the cafeteria. Mal casted a wave towards the musician, and a moment later, Fang sprinted for him.
As Trent ran around the cafeteria with Fang chasing him, Mal whistled the familiar tune as he walked out of the cafeteria.
Trent ducked into a corner, allowing Fang's snout to crash into the wooden wall, sticking him to the wall.
Trent breathed a sigh of relief and raced towards the bowl, taking a handful of nuts and dropping them into his bowl.
With that, he raced out the door, only to run into Courtney. "Sorry, Courtney! Um, be careful in there!" Trent warned her, standing and helping her up.
The musician ran off after Mal as Courtney walked into the cafeteria.
The overachiever reached for the bowl of nuts, but groaned when she heard something break behind her. "Now what?" She questioned, turning around to see Fang. She yelled in surprise and ran off.
"This can't be legal!"
As Fang chased Courtney around the cafeteria, Zoey quietly entered the cafeteria and dropped the crushed nuts onto her sundae.
"And Mal is the first to reach the chocolate fire zone!" Chris announced over a loudspeaker as Mal ran behind a rock, looking over the fire plant.
"But Trent is hot on his heels, so, it's still anybody's game!"
At that moment, Trent ran in, ignoring Mal's presence.
"Holy crap!" Trent yelled, sliding to a stop in front of the chocolate fire plant.
"If you think you're winning that easily, you're sadly mistaken." Mal spoke, walking up next to Trent, who glared at him.
The chocolate fire plant turned towards the two contestants and began to spray fire at them. The two quickly ducked out of the way of the fire.
Mal, taking an open opportunity, ran around the chocolate pit to the opposite side in hopes to escape the next blast. His plan failed when the plant turned towards Mal instead and shot once again at him.
Trent takes the opportunity of the plant shooting at Mal to dump his ice cream into the chocolate sauce pit and run off. "Yeah!" He cheered.
"Trent has exited the chocolate fire zone and has retaken the lead!" Chris announced.
Scott reached the cafeteria and leaned tiredly on the door frame. Noticing Fang chasing someone, he smiles. "That's more like it!"
His smile faded when he noticed that it was Courtney that Fang was chasing. Scott gasped. "Courtney!" He yelled, running forward and attempting to jump over the barrel the nuts sat on, but only instead knocked into it, sending the barrel into Fang with the nuts flying onto his sundae.
"Thanks, Scott!" Courtney called as she ran out of he cafeteria.
"Anytime." A dazed Scott replied, lying on the floor.
Mal peeked over the rock he was hiding behind when he noticed that Zoey was heading his way.
He scowled in annoyance at the sight.
Confessional: Mal
"This challenge is growing too close for my liking. It's time for a little sabotage."
Mal vaulted over the boulder, holding a small rock in his hand. The flower blew fire towards him, to which he quickly ran out of the way and stood up to the front of the plant, shoving the rock into its mouth, jamming the fire.
Mal smirked and bent down, sticking his ice cream into the chocolate sauce, and running off just as the mutated plant exploded, and dying.
Mal laughed evilly as he stood over the fire. Zoey, Courtney, and Scott ran in at that moment.
"Hey! What're you doing!?" Scott asked, running in.
"Nothing to your concern." Mal replied, smiling wickedly. He laughed again as he ran off.
Scott bent down and scooped up dirt from the ground. "Dirt would've been my first choice of a topping back home. See ya guys at the finish line!" The dirt farmer yelled to Zoey and Courtney as he ran off.
"I can't use dirt." Courtney muttered.
Zoey sighed and ran after Scott, ignoring the area entirely. "Hey!" Courtney yelled, running after her.
Trent ran in the lead, just ahead of Mal, Scott, and Zoey.
"C'mon! I don't care who wins, as long as it isn't Mal!" Scott yelled.
Courtney suddenly ran past all four of them. "Yes!" She cheered, running past the finish line.
Mal scowled at Courtney, who smirked back at him.
"Surprise!" Chris yelled, walking in. "Change in plans! You have to eat your own sundae!" Chris announced, earning smiles from Trent, Scott, and Zoey, and a nervous look from Courtney.
"First to finish wins immunity! Everyone else is on the chopping block." Chris told them as Chef shoved spoons into their ice creams. "So, dig in."
Scott, Trent, Zoey, and Mal began to eat their ice cream, but Courtney dropped hers to the floor. "How is this fair!?" She complained. "I'm lactose and tolerate!"
"Seems like a personal problem." Chris replied cheekily.
Before Courtney could argue any further, she heard a "Done!" come from Trent.
"Boom! Just like that, Trent wins immunity!"
"Shit." Mal cursed. Courtney smiled, glaring at Mal. "You are SO done!"
That night, Trent stepped out of the communal bathroom shower, when he saw Mal by the door, and locking it.
"Mal." Trent glared, dropping his towel from scrubbing his head.
"You're gone tonight." Trent smirked slightly.
"Am I?" Mal asked, taking a step towards Trent, reaching into his pocket and revealing a DVD.
"What's that?"
"Something I found rather...intriguing, back at the spa hotel." Mal smirked. "Incriminating footage of everything you've done and said, Trent."
Trent's eyes went wide. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that if I am eliminated tonight, you get to view a special movie. A movie that shows the you that hasn't been seen before."
Trent bit his lip. "How do I know you're telling the truth?"
"You don't. You either trust me, or you don't." Mal told him, glaring.
Trent leaned on the sink, thinking over what he was told, as Mal stepped out of the bathroom and into the night.
That evening, it was tense. Everyone knew who they were voting for.
"Elimination time! Tonight, Trent got immunity. And Scott and Zoey are on thin ice. Scott, you finished dead last and you keep going to other people for help. Zoey, people suspect you to be Mal's ally, you yourself are all out of allies. It's time to vote!"
Confessional: Mal
"If Trent wants to keep his friends his friends, and his reputation safe, then he will vote with me, instead of against me. I won't lose this game."
"Alright, I've tabulated the votes, so, the following people are safe! Trent!" Chris tosses a marshmallow towards a saddened Trent.
"Courtney!"
Courtney caught her marshmallow and smirked at Mal, who glared in response.
"Zoey!"
Zoey caught her marshmallow, looking completely defeated.
"And the final marshmallow of the night goes to…" Chris trailed off, letting the tension grow between Scott and Mal.
"Mal!"
Scott and Courtney gasped as the final marshmallow landed in Mal's hand.
"This was rigged!" Courtney declared.
"Nope! Mal got two votes and Scott got three!"
"But…" Courtney trailed off, looking towards Zoey and Trent. She knew why Zoey voted for Scott, and that was because she wanted to keep Mike in the game and bring him back.
"Trent?" Courtney asked.
Trent sighed miserably. "Yeah."
"I believe this belongs to you." Mal smiled, handing Trent the DVD he showed him.
"'DJ and Chef's Cooking Special'?" Trent read before looking up at Mal.
"Whoops." Mal grinned.
Trent stood up and kicked the barrel that Chris stood at over. "Fuck!" He yelled to the sky.
Scott floated in the bowl with the final four watching him.
"Any last words?" The host asked him.
Scott opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted when Chris pushed the button, flushing him.
"Courtney!" He yelled just before he went down.
"Congrats on making it to the final four." Chris told the remaining contestants. "Trent and Zoey, the spa hotel is all yours, and no one else's because, from now on, winners can't take anyone along with them.
Trent nodded in return, and the host turned back towards the camera.
"Only four competitors remain! Who's here to stay, and who's gonna get flushed away? Find out on an all new Total! Drama! All-Stars!"