Priscylla smiled as she sat in her chair, scanning the security monitors like a hawk. In her hand was a pen and clipboard, which she was of course using to take more notes. Chica was sitting nearby, eating.

"Whatcha' doin'?" The animatronic asked.

"Getting ready for today's challenge," Priscylla smiled, "Julie put me in charge. At least for the first part of it."

"Got somethin' planned, then?"

"Oh yes. One by one, I'm gonna reveal some of the competitor's darkest secrets on the show," Priscylla smiled, and held up the clipboard.

The animatronic scanned it over, mouth opening slightly.

"How'd ya find all this out?"

"Simple," Priscylla giggled.

She turned and pointed to a screen with a certain competitor on it.

"I have someone on the inside helping me out. They were perfectly willing to sell everyone out if I agreed to rig the challenges in their favor. I mean, I'm not going to, but still."

She got to her feet, yawning.

"Of course, this isn't as fun as exploiting their deeper, darker, subconscious fears... but hey. It will be interesting to see how they cave under pressure like this. Now, if you'll excuse me, there are preparations to be made."

~o.0.o~

Down in the sickbay, Johnny, Margo, and Ella were all in bed while Lucky, Veronica and Deborah visited. While Margo and Ella made it away with various cuts and bruises, Johnny now wore an eyepatch over his left eye.

"Are you okay?" Deborah asked him, "That looks... painful."

Johnny sighed.

"The doctors said I'm not going to be able to see out of this eye anymore, so there's that."

He sat up and cracked his neck.

"I might as well just leave. Ain't gonna be no use to anyone like this."

"Come on, don't talk like that. You're still a better player than half our team combined," Veronica told him.

Johnny sighed, and said nothing, looking out of a porthole.

"Look, you'll be fine," Veronica sighed, "just get some rest before the challenge today."

On the other side of the room, Ella looked a little sad, despite wearing her usual smile.

"You okay?" Lucky asked, "You don't seem to be as... chipper as usual."

"Oh, I'm fine, I'm just waiting for Justin to come visit me!"

"...you mean he hasn't yet?"

"Well, I'm sure he's very busy," Ella sighed, "he is the captain of our team, after all."

A thousand snide remarks came flooding into Lucky's mind, but all he said was, "I'm not sure I'd get my hopes up."

Ella's smile did not falter, although you could tell she seemed a little disappointed.

"Hey Lucky," Veronica said in between fits of giggling, "you said Ella sang for you guys when you were in the hospital, right?"

"I know where you're going with this. Stop it."

"What? Come on, you should sing for them! It'll totally cheer them up!" Veronica snickered.

"No."

"Oh, are you going to sing a song?" Ella smiled, "How wonderful!"

"I'm not singing. No one's singing."

At this, Johnny cracked a small smirk.

"You should do it- I know it'll make ME feel better."

Lucky sighed.

"I hate all of you."

~o.0.o~

Meanwhile, Justin was relaxing on the deck when Noah suddenly appeared beside him.

"We need to talk about Ella."

This was more than enough to catch the pretty boy's attention.

"Ella? Poor thing. I hope she's feeling better."

"If you felt so strongly about it, why didn't you just help her in the first place?" Noah demanded.

"You heard her shouting, Noah. She wanted us to go on without her."

"She was screaming for help!"

"Potayto potahto. She sacrificed herself so we could win."

"Except we didn't win, that was Miri!" Noah exclaimed.

Justin threw his hands up in exasperation.

"Okay, okay, what do you want me to say? I was wrong? I should have gone back for her?"

"How about that you're sorry, for a start?" Noah asked, "There was a time you NEVER would have allowed this- have you even gone in to visit her?"

Justin fell silent, fidgeting uncomfortably.

"Well... I've been busy."

"Too busy to see a wounded girl in the infirmary?"

"Busy planning to get rid of Heather, alright? And Katie, and Quinn, AND Alejandro."

"You're STILL on about this Alejandro nonsense?" Noah asked.

"He's planning something- I know it!" Justin exclaimed.

"Look- it doesn't matter. What matters is that you're using Ella."

Justin's eyes narrowed.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh really? For this entire season you've been talking about getting rid of all the newbies, and now Ella shows up and you've made a special exception. One that involves her being put in constant jeopardy and following you unquestioningly."

Justin suddenly stood up, causing Noah to stumble back a little.

"What do you want, Noah?" He demanded.

Noah took a minute to collect himself before proceeding.

"I want you to tell Ella what happened during that challenge," Noah frowned, "if you don't, I will."

With that, Noah turned to leave.

"Okay," Justin said, watching him go, "of course... you might not be able to tell her."

~o.0.o~

"Last time on Camp TV! Justin revealed his true colors when he left the princess to get eaten by mutant monsters, while Miri scored the win for her team! The smelly blue-haired kid was eliminated, AND JULIE STILL HAS MY SHOW!"

Chris looked around wide-eyed at his makeshift audience of rocks and logs, practically foaming at the mouth.

"Milton thinks he can just give away MY show... well, we'll just see about that, won't we?"

Chris picked up a nearby rock, holding it to his ear.

"What are you gonna do, Chris?" he asked himself in a low voice, shaking the rock to imitate movement.

"Well, I'm glad you asked, McGiligan! See, I snuck in while everyone was sleeping, and I STOLE the plans for today's challenges- the first will be held on the deck, right? But the second will be held here on the coast. While everyone's busy, I'm going to knock out Julie, toss her overboard, and once the contestants are back on board, I'll sail back to Specter Islands and finish what I started!"

"That's a great plan, Chris. You're very cunning, handsome, and in no way insane."

"Thank you, McGiligan! It's nice to have someone who appreciates me for a change."

"No, thank YOU Chris, for allowing me to even be near your fabulous-"

Chris trailed off when he heard a rustling in the bushes nearby.

"Wait here, McGiligan," Chris frowned, "I sense trickery afoot."

Dropping the rock, Chris got to his feet, and crept over to the bushes. His eyes suddenly widened, and he gasped.

"YOU!"

~o.0.o~

It was finally time for the challenge, and when the campers were summoned on deck, they were surprised to see two bleachers, as well as a giant cake in the middle.

"Alright! A cake eating challenge!" Tyler cheered.

"Uh... someone want to tell us what's going on here?" Deborah asked.

Julie suddenly popped out of the cake.

"Surprise! Happy one-hundred episodes!" She cheered.

"Woah- where was this cake on my birthday?" Lucky smirked.

Julie rolled her eyes.

"Well guys, you've all hit episode one-hundred- congratulations to everyone still here! Today, we've go two challenges in store for you. The first will be run by my intern Priscylla while I take care of some business, and will be explained momentarily. The second challenge will be explained when the time comes."

Julie climbed down to the contestants, wiping herself off.

"Priscylla?"

"Oh, great. The creepy one," Heather muttered as the intern appeared from behind the cake.

Priscylla stepped forward, grinning eerily at the contestants.

"For our one-hundredth episode, we decided to get a better look at out competitors for the first challenge today. Sure, we've seen you all in action, but today, we'll be uncovering some... interesting info about all of you," Priscylla giggled, "the first challenge of the day is based off of Jeopardy. Each team will be seated in one of the bleachers, and take turns answering questions about the opposing team. For example, if I tell the Hero's, 'this villain's favorite movie is Memento', the Hero's would then be able to guess which member of the opposing team it was. If they guess wrong, then whoever the question was about has the chance to answer to earn a point for their team. Of course, if the other team DOES get it right, they get the point. First team to twenty wins a special prize."

"And there you have it," Julie told them, "and I promise you, the reward is a good one! So, sit down, and let the challenge commence. As for myself, I'll be seeing you guys in a bit."

Julie smiled before walking past everyone. Priscylla turned, grinning from ear to ear.

"Go ahead guys," she giggled, "take your seats."

~o.0.o~

Chris glared at Sadie, nearly fuming.

"What are you DOING here! I'm trying to take my show back!"

"Join the club," Sadie hissed.

"That's not fair! You tried this last season!"

"And I'm trying again this season, too," Sadie snapped.

"Get out of here!"

"Make me!"

Chris let out a cry before tackling the mutant to the ground. They rolled around for a while, struggling with each other before they heard another voice.

"Oh come ON! You guys are here, too?"

The two stopped, and looked over to see Mordecai.

"Who's this?" Sadie frowned.

"Um, Mordecai Baxter? The big tv star who was wrongfully voted off the show three nights ago?"

"...nope, not ringing any bells."

Mordecai sighed, punching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

"Look, I'm just here to crash the big one hundredth episode special as revenge, alright?"

"...huh," Chris said, "we may have some common ground, here."

~o.0.o~

Back on deck, all the contestants were sitting in the bleachers.

"Are you ready? Good," Priscylla smiled, "first question is for the Enclave. This person's favorite song is 'Something in the Air' by David Bowie."

"Easy," Alejandro smiled, "it's Justin."

"Correct- one point for the Enclave. Vault Hunters, this one's for you. This person is an avid dancer-"

"Heather," Noah called out.

"Correct. Point for the Vault Hunters. Enclave, this person's favorite game is Majora's Mask."

"That dweeb, Veronica," Quinn scoffed.

"Lucky guess," Veronica muttered.

"No, actually it was because you made a challenge based around it last season, dumb ass!"

"Bitch!"

Julie would have stepped in and broken up the argument, but of course, Priscylla did no such thing.

"Okay, girls, that's enough," Alejandro interjected after a minute, "surely we don't have to act so unsportsmanlike. Please, Priscylla. The next question, if you would."

"Right. The next question is..."

~o.0.o~

"So how are we going to do this?" Mordecai asked.

"It's easy," Chris said, "once the campers are on the beach, we sneak on to the boat, overpower Julie, and take control while Sadie knocks out the contestants and drags them on board-"

"CODYYYYYYY!"

The three turned, and watched as Sierra ran past them, her face covered in war paint. She was forced to a halt when she collided with a tree, falling to the ground.

"Great. Why am I not surprised?" Sadie huffed.

Sierra moaned, sitting up and looking around.

"Hey... what are you guys doing here?" the purple-haired girl frowned.

"We're planning on disrupting the hundredth episode special," Chris explained, "what are YOU doing here?"

"I'm here to take my revenge on Cody and Gwen for-"

"They're gone."

"...what?"

"They've both been eliminated already."

"...already?" She pouted.

"Yep. Both gone."

"Oh." Sierra looked down, fidgeting uncomfortably before asking, "can... Can I join up with you guys, then?"

"No," Chris sighed, "go away Sierra, nobody likes you."

"But my plans were ruined!"

"Not our problem," Sadie snapped.

"But I broke out of the mental ward and came all the way down here!" She moaned.

"Not. Our. Problem."

"FINE!" She snapped, "See if I care! I'll start my own group!"

"Uh-huh," Sadie yawned, "you do that."

Sierra stood there for a minute before breaking down and begging.

"PLEAAAASEE can I join your group?"

"NO!"

~o.0.o~

Question number thirteen was when things took a turn. It had all gone well up to that point, just pointless trivia about each contestant. The teams were tied six points each, and it remained that way until Priscylla asked, "Enclave. This contestants is triskaidekaphobic."

The enclave blinked, looking around at each other.

"Umm... I'm going to guess... Miri?" Bridgette asked.

"Wrong. That means whoever the question's about can step up and claim the point."

Lucky slowly raised his hand, causing a few people to give him odd looks.

"Hey, it's nothing major," he explained, "just a silly superstition, that's all."

"Oh... we'll see about that," Priscylla giggled, "Vault Hunters, which member of the Enclave used to suffer from an eating disorder?"

"What the hell kind of question is that?" Heather demanded.

"Answer," Priscylla shrugged.

"Umm... Heather- that's why she got so upset about it," Margo guessed.

"Wrong. Enclave?"

Bridgette sighed before raising her hand, ashamed.

"I... had a weight issue a few years back. Stress, and other things... it took a lot for me to get back in shape."

"Good. Point for the Enclave. Now, this member of the Vault Hunters used to eat cat food."

"Easy. Fox boy," Heather smiled.

"Incorrect."

Margo sighed, before raising her hand in embarrassment.

"How'd you find that out?" She asked.

Priscylla simply smiled, continuing her game- she was on a roll, now.

"Which member of the Enclave was sent away by their parents when they were a child?"

The contestants looked around at each other.

"What's with these questions?" Tyler asked, "These are just getting cruel-"

"Who. Was. It?" Priscylla asked, tilting her head and smiling slightly.

Tyler fell silent, his face turning red and immediatly looking down at his feet. She was certainly unnerving- and, despite the questionable moral integrity of said questions, the contestants weren't particularly eager to defy here.

"Um... I'm guessing Heather."

"Right," Priscylla giggled, as Heather looked away, furious, "now, here's your chance to get them back. Which contestant still has feelings for the woman who rejected him in national television?"

At this, Quinn smiled.

"It's Lucky."

"Sorry," Lucky smirked, giving a thumbs down, "ain't me."

"What? But it has to be-"

Quinn looked over at Priscylla, who shook her head.

"Quinn, your guess was wrong. It wasn't Lucky."

"Then who was it?" Miri asked.

"You have thirty seconds to own up to it," Priscylla giggled, "tick tock."

"Come on, just fess up to it, it's for the win!" Tyler exclaimed.

Justin looked down, face red, slowly raising his hand. Everyone fell silent.

"...oh," Bridgette frowned.

"Wow, okay. This just got all shades of awkward," Veronica frowned.

No one laughed. Not even Heather or Katie or Quinn. The awkward silence that followed was nearly deafening, and last until Priscylla giggled a bit and asked, "Are we having fun yet?"

For nearly an hour the questions kept up, getting more and more invasive and revealing. Occasionally, even if the identity of the person in question was guessed wrong, and they chose not to fess up, Priscylla "accidently" revealed their identity anyway.

Quinn, who enjoyed labeling herself the badass biker girl, who revealed to have never touched a motorcycle in her life, and was afraid to drive.

Tyler, the superjock, had never served as anything more than a waterboy for his teams.

Katie was afraid of the dark, and still had to sleep with the lights on occasionally.

Justin, despite playing up his skills as an actor, was actually very self-concious of his performances, and realized he wasn't much good.

Eventually, it came down to the final question. The teams were tied, and it was the Enclave's turn to answer.

"Okay," Priscylla started, "which contestant has a crush on their teammate, Miri?"

As soon as this was asked, Miri blushed, and Veronica's heart sank.

"It's gotta be Noah," Katie said with a cruel smirk, eager to throw someone under the bus after her recent humiliation, "nerds of a feather stick together."

"Nice guess, but no," Noah sighed.

"He's right- it isn't him," Priscylla confirmed, "Vault Hunters, it's up to you. Whoever it is needs to fess up now~"

Veronica took a few deep breaths before-

"It's me. Definitely me. Loved you since day one, baby."

Veronica blinked, looking over at Lucky in confusion as he stood up. He gave her a quick wink before turning back to Priscylla.

"There, I fessed up," he told her, "we won, righ-"

"No, what you did was lie," Priscylla hissed, "I. Hate. Liars."

"What? I don't know what you're talking about," he insisted, "I-"

"You don't have to cover for me dude," Veronca sighed, "it's... it's me."

Everyone turned and looked at her, her face turning as red as a beet. A smile slowly spread across Prisyclla's face as she nodded.

"...good. That's more like it. Point to the Vault Hunters- and by extension, the challenge."

No one cheered. No one was in the mood.

"So, you guys win a prize that will be revealed at the end of the challenge," Priscylla explained, "as for right now, head to the beach. Julie is waiting for you."

One by one, the contestants all got up, and began to head off of the boat.

"Um... Veronica?" Miri called, but to no avail- the girl had long since rushed off.

Johnny and Deborah walked at the back of the group, watching the others go on ahead.

"That was rough," Deborah frowned, "I feel a bit bad for everyone."

"Well, you got away scot-free," Johnny told her, "at least you're lucky there."

"Well, so did you."

"That's because I don't have nothin' to hide. My sister always said 'What's done in the dark is brought to the light'. I don't know if that's always the case, but I always do my best to keep honest."

The two headed down to the beach, where Julie was looking over all of them.

"Wow. You all look miserable," she commented, "now begins today's elimination challenge. In season one, there was a challenge involving finding a key that wa assigned to you in order to open a chest. In this case, there's one chest... and dozens of keys."

Julie gestured to a large treasure chest that was behind her.

"The first team to find the correct key and open the chest wins immunity, as well as what's inside. But don't worry Vault Hunters, you still get your reward from the first challenge today. The keys are hidden all along the coast- now, get going!"

The contestants all wandered off, most of them keeping good distances away from each other. Justin walked side by side with Ella, the former scowling as the latter looked a little nervous.

"So... you still like Bridgette," she sighed.

Justin grinded his teeth together, fuming- until, of course, he gave her a concerned look.

"I don't want you to get the wrong idea," he said, gently grabbing her hand and forcing her to stop, "Bridgette and I were together for YEARS. Of course. Still feel something towards her."

Ella said nothing.

"Look, the important thing is that, while she'll always hold a place in my heart- she wasn't the one, and I'm willing to accept that. I know it's over, and I'm ready to move on... and I hope you'll be right there with me as I do."

Ella giggled, blushing a bit.

"Don't worry, Ellen."

"Ella-"

"Whatever. The important thing is that, we can move on together."

"JUSTIN!" A voice shouted.

The two spun around and saw Noah standing behind them, furious.

"Talk. NOW!"

~o.0.o~

Deep in the woods, Noah was pacing back and forth as Justin looked a bit nervous.

"You're using her," Noah said, "you're using her and you don't even care."

"I am not-"

"You are! You are, and you know that!" Noah snapped, "What makes this okay? How is this justified to you?"

"Because I can get her to help me take down-"

"What good is taking down Heather if you become her?"

"The good is that I'll win a million dollars!"

"Is that all you care about now? Money?"

"I need it, alright? This is all I have- I can't act, I can't get a job, I'm not as smart as you- I hate myself!"

The two were both silent for a time, shocked.

"I hate myself," Justin said again after a while, "because for all I've done, all the good deeds and hard work, it's not enough. I'm supposed to be the hero... I'm supposed to ride off into the sunset with the money and the girl. Why hasn't that happened yet, huh?"

Noah stared at him before saying, "Because you're no hero. I'm telling her everything."

He made to walk off, but Justin grabbed his shoulder.

"No you're not."

"Yes I am."

"No, you aren't!"

Noah struggled to get free, and turned to make a break for the beach, but Justin was faster. He grabbed Noah, spun him around, and smashed him in the jaw. Noah crumpled to the ground, unconscious, as Justin stood over him, panting.

"I never should have let you win the third season all those years ago," he said aloud, "but I'm not going to let you ruin my chances of winning this time, either."

With that, Justin walked off, leaving Noah in the woods, unconscious and alone.

~o.0.o~

Julie was standing on deck, checking something on her phone when Chris grabbed her from behind.

"Who the- CHRIS? How did you-"

"That's not important," Chris smirked, "what's important is that I'm back... and I want my show."

Sadie walked over to Julie, grinning wickedly and lifting her into the air.

"Throw her overboard," Chris ordered, "and then round up the rest of 'em."

TO BE CONTINUED