Disclaimer - All rights belong to Teletoon, Cartoon Network, and the creators of TDI. No profit is being made in the making of the fanfiction. This alternate-universe episode of TDI contains stunts performed by written teens. Please don't try any of this at home.
The Kobold Necromancer's Notes - I'd like to say to everyone that I don't hate any of the TDI characters. If you think I'm being hard on them, it's not because of revenge of the show, I had this planned when TDA was just starting. So keep that in mind, and remember that nothing is permanent at this stage of the story, especially since I haven't sealed the deal on anything serious yet!
Chapter 19 - Alliances and the Women Who Love Them
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(Maclean Stadium)
A small explosion inside the stadium surprised everyone. Chris Maclean blinked, and said, "Dang, I sure hate to be Owen right now."
"Yeah, it's such a darn shame," Noah remarked, "seeing that you fueled her anger."
Chris chuckled proudly, making some of the contestants roll their eyes. The host continued on to say, "Now it's time to give a reward to the winning team! You get to play a brand new zombie game!"
He held up a video game box, and tossed it to an eager Alfred. "What is it?" he asked. "The latest Resident Evil? Left 4 Dead 2? Some new game? It's..."
Alfred grew silent, and Harold peeked over his shoulder to read the box title. " 'Zombie Jr. Learns the Alphabet'?" the lanky nerd balked.
Chris burst out in laughter. "That's right! I figure some of you teenagers still need to learn it!"
Colin was also laughing, until Alfred shoved the game box into his hands. "He's the only one I can think of that'd still need it," the gonzo replied, smirking.
"Ooo, diss," Mandy cheered.
"Enough of this," Valerie grumbled as Colin threw the box down and stamped on it. "Who received immunity on our team?"
"Good question, and I'll be happy to actually answer it," Chris said, clapping his hands. "See, we had six survivors, but we need ten people to have immunity. So first off, the six who made it out of the zombie apocalypse, which would be Tyler, Mandy, Noah, Sadie, Xander, and Rodney, all receive immunity."
The six cheered in celebration, Tyler and Rodney high-fiving, and Xander nudging Mandy with a victorious smile. She smirked right back and replied, "I still did better, I didn't lose any of my clothing."
"Touché."
"Now the one who's going to pick the other four to get immunity," Chris said, clapping his hands and rubbing them mischievously, "is Noah!"
"What?" several people exclaimed.
"Yep, time for you to make enemies, you wise-ass," the host remarked, chuckling to himself.
"Why does he get to pick?" Valerie exclaimed.
"You guys picked for him to be the leader."
"Um, no we didn't!"
"Yes, you did. Here's the proof!"
Chris pulled out a remote and pressed a button, and the screens on Vera the Virtual Reality machine played back to a recording that day.
"Okay then," Noah was announcing to his team, clapping his hands to interrupt all the little conversations. "We need to organize for this challenge, groups of two, or as I like to say for a zombie scenario, a snack break.
"So I'm taking control of this team of twenty, or it's going to become an episode of How to Serve Twenty People."
"See? You allowed Noah to be declared leader, so he gets say in who gets immunity," Chris said gleefully.
(Janitor's Closet - Noah, undisputed leader until someone disputes.)
Noah - \tapping his chin\ "If I didn't know any better, I'd say Chris was out to get me."
Chris Maclean - "I'm tired of that cynical guy, always making remarks when I'm trying to do announcements! No one cuts into my screen time, but since he's immune, I'll be out to get him some other way."
Noah - \He is scowling at the camera, and holds up a glass cup.\ "Yep, knew it."
"Now you got several choices," Chris said to Noah as he handed him an electronic device with the faces of the fourteen remaining teammates. "You have to pick things out fairly, but you'll still make enemies. Enemies who will surely hate you for this, so you might want to be considerate in-"
"Done," Noah interrupted him, handing the voting device back to the host.
Blinking a few times, Chris looked at it then said, very irritated, "Katie, Lindsay, Leshawna, and Joel."
"Yes. My girlfriend, my roommates, and the inventor of this awesome, virtual reality machine. What's the big shock?"
"That's favoritism, Noah."
"That's my choice, Mr. Maclean."
"Well, thanks for not making this show interesting," the host snapped. "Fine! Fine fine."
As he stomped off, Katie tackled Noah, and the bookworm hit the ground. "Ow," he exclaimed. "Katie, watch it!"
"Yay, you picked me!"
"Did you think I wouldn't?"
"No, but you also picked our friends, Lindsay and Leshawna! You're so sweet!"
"They're just my roommates, I want to be able to one day sleep in a b-"
He was cut off as Katie kissed him, wrapping her arms around him, and he no longer had any protests. Lindsay, Leshawna, and Sadie were involved in a group hug, and Joel was high-fiving Tyler.
"Well, guess it's time for dinner," Joel said, flexing his back. "The award ceremony is afterwards."
"Right, so I guess the ten who didn't get voted for are going to be talking about that," Tyler said, then counted off. "Valerie, Zachary, Trent, Yoshi, Justin, Sakaki, Sebastian, Howard, Izzy, and Owen."
Mandy, nearby them, looked around and said, "Hey, where are Izzy and Owen anyway?"
Owen ducked into an empty room, slamming the door shut. He ran to a corner as something slammed against the door, pieces of it breaking off and flying into the room. As Owen huddled up, the door was obliterated and a very angry redhead stomped in.
"Now it's time for my revenge," Izzy bellowed, cracking her knuckles, then her wrists, then her neck. "You should be very happy I don't have that chain saw in real life!"
Owen whimpered and huddled up in the corner, shaking. Izzy walked up to him, flexing her fingers. When she was standing over him, she stopped and stared at him. "Um, Owen? Quit huddling up in fetal position."
"No," he blubbered.
"Owen, I'm not able to beat someone in fetal position. It's not fun when you hit someone in fetal position, you feel like a jerk no matter how much they deserve it."
"Well, if that's the case, I'm huddling up here."
Izzy groaned. Her fervent desire for revenge was not gone, but the violence was. She took a deep breath, then decided to follow up with the second part of her plan.
"Look Owen," she snapped, leaning over him, "I think this is it between us!"
"Wh-what?"
"This isn't going to work out! You keep pushing me in front of danger that I don't like, you knock my friends into danger, and you're rude!"
"I'm not rude."
He farted, and soon the room was full of the smell. Izzy coughed and waved her hand in front of her face. "See? See, this is what I mean!"
"But I'm not rude," he exclaimed as he stood up, facing her at last. "I just cannot help it!"
He then belched right in her face. With a sickened gag, she fell down on the ground. "Gack," she groaned. "My eyeballs are watering, Owen!"
"But it shouldn't be that bad, it's just breakfast! And that thing I found in the janitor's closet that I still don't know what it was..."
Izzy coughed as she stood up. "Owen, this is exactly what I've been trying to tell you. How many times have you belched and farted on me? And this challenge, you killed me before I could even use the chain saw!"
"But... but there were zombies!"
"And I didn't even get to kill any of them," she shrieked, waving her hands in the air. "Zombies to the left of me, zombies to the right, stuck in the middle with a chain saw, and I didn't get to kill a single one!"
Owen shuddered, then said, "Well, at least you were spared the horror of-"
"I like horror! Horror and gore and violence, and fighting alongside other survivors! It's like my high school, but less casualties and more interesting weapons!"
She paced back and forth, fuming. "Owen," she continued, "I've had it, I really have."
"But... I don't understand. You're Izzy! You're okay with everything!"
"I'm still a girl, and I still have standards!"
"You do?"
She face-palmed, and he quickly stammered, "No no, I know you're a girl! You have boobs and such! But... standards?"
"Yes, I have those!"
"I never did, I figured if it's edible, I can eat it."
"Owen," Izzy turned to him with her arms crossed, "it's over, okay? We're not going to date anymore. I'm sick of getting hit by your gas attacks, I'm sick of being knocked into danger, and I'm sick of your insensitivity."
"What?" he exclaimed, sweeping his arms and accidentally hitting her in the side, knocking her down. "I'm totally sensitive! C'mon, Izzy, I... hey, where'd you go?"
Izzy, on the floor, snarled as she pulled herself up again. "You're making this rather easy for me."
"W-wait," Owen stammered, getting misty-eyed. "Are... are you breaking up with me?"
"That's exactly what I'm doing. Just be glad you're not near an open manhole like my last ex-"
The large teenager burst into tears, falling on his hands and knees. He continued to cry, and while Izzy felt a little guilty, she stood firm in place. When he was finally doing sobbing, he looked up at Izzy.
"Does this mean you hate me?"
"No, of course not," she said, softening her voice a little. "We can still be friends, that's fine."
"Really?"
"Of course, if I ever need a partner in something fun-"
"Can we still make out?"
"No."
He slumped and sighed. "So... it's over, then?"
"Yes, we're not dating anymore."
"You're... you're not going to vote me off, are you?" he asked desperately. "We didn't stick around for who got it, and I don't think we made the cut!"
"Of course not," she exclaimed, then sighed and relaxed her look. She pat him on the shoulder and added, "You're still my friend, Owen, and I still find you to be very close to me as a friend. I won't vote for you, I promise."
"Thank you. Um, are you going to be dating Ezekiel now?"
"No, he's seeing Heather."
"Then who?"
Izzy shrugged, then smiled at him. "Well, it looks like since we're both single, we can start hunting for a new mate, huh? I love mate hunting, it's so much fun!"
"Ooo, how about you hook up with my friend Alfred? He's wild, you'd like him!"
"And I'll introduce you better to my new friend, Mandy! You two might get along really well!"
(Maclean Stadium - Cafeteria)
"Heyas, Mandy?"
The cultist girl looked up to see the American gonzo standing over her. She blinked and said, "Yes, mortal?"
"Are we cool? Just curious."
She sighed, then shrugged. "Meh, it's fine. You can like zombies, makes little difference in the long run."
He grinned and sat down next to her. She stared at him in surprise, her face becoming slightly pink. Alfred noticed this and said, "What, what's wrong?"
"I... no one ever sits next to me at school."
"Aw, we can't have that," he exclaimed as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. "We're all friends here!"
"AWK," she cried out as she was yanked to him. "Hey, mortal man, what the hells? Why are you so happy? Don't you know we're all doomed?"
"Amen," Clive, sitting on Alfred's other side, mumbled to himself. "Mandy, you and I are the only sensible ones."
"Not you too, hug for you as well," the gonzo cried out, grabbing the emo and pulling him close. Squeezing both Mandy and Clive in a happy embrace, he said, "Feel the love, people, we're all safe today."
"I'm being hugged," Mandy cried out, her face bright red.
"Help, I don't do well with happy feelings," Clive pleaded.
Nearby them, Courtney was talking to Rodney. Like a good student, the prodigy child was taking notes in a small journal as Courtney lectured.
"Now one thing you need to know," she was saying to him, "is that school is for building self-esteem."
"What about education?"
"Of course they can learn, but you need people to have confidence. Otherwise, they wind up depressed and sad, like Gwen and that emo boy."
Rodney looked over at Gwen, who was still sulking with a concerned Trent nearby her. The prodigy child looked back at Courtney and said, "Does this help grades?"
"Did you know that some schools don't even have grades?" she said.
"What? But how do they know they're doing good?"
"Because of encouragement from the teachers."
Rodney blinked, not exactly buying this. He scratched the back of his head, then said, "Well, if the students are doing a bad job, can't the teachers help them?"
"That, or they can have a tutor from the exceptionally smart, and trained students. A student has to have some idea how to teach before helping someone."
"Okay, like you and Alfred?"
"Yes, like me... wait, like who?"
"Alfred. He's trained to help other students where he goes to school."
Courtney looked over at Alfred, who was still dual-hugging Mandy and Clive. She could scarcely believe it.
As Courtney overcame this shock and continue to enlighten Rodney, Howard was scooting closer to Belinda. The clairvoyant was aware of every scoot he made, and when he was fairly close, she said, "Hello."
"Oh, I thought I was quiet enough," Howard admitted, scratching the back of his head. "Congratulations on surviving the zombie apocalypse, by the way."
"Thank you."
"Say, after the voting ceremony, there's something I want to show you."
She stopped eating to look at him, raising one of her slender eyebrows. "Not your room, is it?"
"C'mon, Foresight, I have more tact than that. Besides, you think I could convince Izzy and Heather to sleep in another room?"
Belinda shrugged, and smiled at him. "Well, if you make it through this ceremony, I'll take you up on your offer."
"Think I'll make it, Foresight?"
She blew at her bangs. "That, even I don't know."
Valerie overheard their whole conversation, frowning in concern. She drummed her fingers as she stared at Belinda. "I wish it was possible we could vote her off," she thought to herself. "That ability to know what people are going to say is unnerving-"
"You were trying to steal some of my food, white boy!"
"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me 'white boy'?"
Valerie face-palmed as Yoshi and Zachary started up another argument. Before it could continue, she walked over and pulled Zachary away, gentle but firm with her actions. "Look," she whispered to him when they were far enough away, "I know you hate him, but you cannot keep up this animosity."
"Why can't we vote him off? I hate his guts."
"He's still darn good at this game, and if he's on our team, he really helps out. So be a team player for now."
"Also," she thought to herself, "I don't want to miss out on three hot guys being shirtless in my room. Better than a Twilight movie, it is."
Zachary shrugged and said, "So tell me why we're voting off-"
"I told you, because he's useless, I don't like him, and no one will miss him," she snapped. "Your new... addition to our team will be of help, but I've already used my diplomacy skills to talk to some people on voting off our choice."
"Great. And hey, I cannot believe you don't like Owen, he's pretty cool for a white guy."
Valerie groaned, and saw that Owen was approaching them. "What?" she asked him.
"Hey guys, I'm single now," the large teenager confessed. "Izzy and I broke up."
"Damn man, that sucks," Zachary said.
Owen nodded, then turned to Valerie. "So," he purred, "you seeing anyone? Because you look delicious like cotton candy!"
Valerie seethed as Zachary cackled with laughter.
(Janitor's Closet - Nuuuuuuu! We liked Owen/Izzy!)
Izzy - "So yeah, it's officially over between Owen and I. He did get off pretty well, I didn't hurt him at all and such, not even a noogie. I guess I could never be that mad at him, he's a real sweetheart; he just needs to control his fear, and realize not many of us want to smell his gas."
Owen - "I... I really wish I hadn't blown it with Izzy. I guess this is it... but at least I have my new alliance to fall back on. I think Valerie likes me."
Valerie - "I'd rather wear a G-string for the rest of this contest than date Owen; both are equally damaging to my image. The only thing he's good for is his vote for who we want to kick off!"
Courtney - "I never thought Alfred, of all people, would be a tutor. I guess he isn't too bad, but I still worry every time he talks to Rodney. You never know what's on a guy like that's mind; kind of reminds me of Duncan, who is dead when I get my hands on him next time I see him. YOU HEAR THAT, DUNCAN? DEAD!!"
Clive - "Alfred reminds me of myself before I lost my faith in life, the universe, and everything."
Mandy - "That mortal boy Alfred... he's lucky he's so cute, or I wouldn't tolerate his mirth. Cthulhu does not approve of mirth! Or playful noogies! Or..." \She looks away from the camera, turning pink in the face.\ "Or honest apologies, or hugs... being hugged..."
Alfred - "Man, that zombie challenge was awesome! It reminds me of the time my friend Keith and I were hanging out at the mall, and we were planning out a strategy for escape if zombies started invading. Then he compared this really ugly lady to a zombie, but she heard, and started chasing after him with her purse shrieking insults. Luckily, his escape plan involved going out the fire escape, and he lost her in the crowd coming out."
\He laughs, then scratches the back of his head.\ "Though he was trampled by the panicking crowd heading out, and wound up in the hospital with a few broken bones, so that makes the story not as funny; probably should leave that part out, like my old girlfriend suggests."
(Maclean Stadium - Voting Ceremony)
Chris Maclean, in his fancy suit, waved to the roaring audience. When they quieted down, he said, "Well, we're down to forty contestants, time to enter the thirties! We have ten contestants who didn't survive the zombie apocalypse, and couldn't make it to invincibility either!"
He chuckled, then shook the trophy at them tauntingly. "See the zombie on this one? That's what you all are! Dead zombies, unable to deal with any kind of danger! Haha, boy do you suck!"
(Janitor's Closet - Also unable to survive.)
Harold - "What makes Chris so mean? Seriously, he acts like being able to survive a whole town of cannibal monsters is something the average Joe could do!"
Leshawna - "Like he could survive it, pretty boy host would be dead, and I hope zombie interns tear him apart!"
Anita - "I'd like to see him just try to live on his own, without the show's budget to leech off, or hair gel!"
Eva - "Chris Maclean is the kind of person who'd shove you into zombies, only to run right into zombies right around the corner, and get his intestines ripped out."
Xander - "Zombies wouldn't eat Chris, because he's brainless."
Carol - "... and he's heartless!"
Arthur - "... and he's gutless!"
Beth - "... and he's spineless too! But then again, zombies don't eat spines, do they?"
"We have here thirty-nine trophies, but forty contestants! Whoever isn't getting a trophy is getting on Bus of Losers, and is never, ever coming back here again!"
"You mean Duncan's Punk Bus of Losers!"
"Fine, yes, it's his for now and... Duncan?"
The punk chuckled and waved, sitting next to Courtney with his arm around her back. "Hey, Chris!"
"Will you quit sneaking onto the show?" the host snapped. "And hey, if you're here, who's driving the bus?"
"Jasmine."
"Does she have a license?"
Duncan shrugged, and Chris swallowed nervously. "Uh-oh, if she wrecks it-"
"What are you complaining about, pretty boy?" Chef Hatchet snapped. "The bus cost about fifty bucks, and you spent the rest of the money intended for the bus on hair gel!"
"I'm sure we can find another bus for fifty bucks," Chris said, smiling again. "Still, do you know how much hair gel I could get for the fifty bucks we'd have to spend on a second bus?"
(Janitor's Closet - Never needs hair gel.)
Geoff - "Jeepers man, how could you need that much hair gel?"
Hannah - "Fifty dollars for a bus? Man, I didn't know they could come that cheap!"
Tyler - "How come Chris is able to siphon so much money from the show's budget? Isn't that illegal somehow?"
DJ - "Fifty dollars for hair gel, and he complains that we're picky teenagers?"
"Enough chatter about the budget and my fantastic hair," Chris declared. "First off, the trophies to the thirty contestants who were good enough to make it to immunity tonight!"
He and Chef Hatchet tossed the trophies to all those with immunity, until it was down to the ten contestants who weren't: Howard, Izzy, Justin, Owen, Sakaki, Sebastian, Trent, Valerie, Yoshi, and Zachary.
"Now it comes down to you poor, unfortunate piles of human flesh consumed by zombies," the host said, chuckling. He looked down at some of his papers at her podium, then grinned at Yoshi. "Hey, samurai boy, of the five challenges in this show so far, you have been up for voting four times? Man, what has you doing so poorly? Maybe we should have picked a ninja boy to join instead, or a pirate!"
Yoshi drummed his fingers on his crossed arms, and said, very calmly, "Chris Maclean, did anyone vote for me?"
"Huh? No."
"THEN GIVE ME MY DAMN TROPHY!"
Chris flinched, then threw the zombie trophy at Yoshi. With a quick unsheathing of his sword, Yoshi sliced the trophy in half and stormed off. "Should have called a pirate boy instead of me," he repeated Chris' lines furiously, under his breath. "What do rum-swilling sailors have on disciplined warriors?"
Blinking in shock of Yoshi's fury, Chris stared for a few seconds before continuing. "Okay, the others not to get any votes were...
"Valerie, Izzy, Sakaki, Sebastian, and Trent!"
Chris then smirked at the remaining four contestants. "And two who aren't getting going home just yet as well are...
"Zachary and Justin!"
The remaining two, Owen and Howard, looked at each other nervously. Izzy gasped and bit her bottom lip as Owen clenched his shirt in horror.
"No no no," he whimpered. "I can't go yet! Now that I'm single, Izzy and I are going to help each other pair up!"
"I can't go yet, I have plans with Belinda," Howard exclaimed.
He looked at the accusing glares and replied, "Um, completely honorable plans, I meant. You know, nothing dastardly."
Valerie scoffed and brushed her brunette hair behind her ears. "Your plans are foiled, you simpleton," she said to herself. "You should know when a good alliance is formed, you stand no chance."
"Okay then, Howard and Owen, one of you blond boys is going home," Chris said, waving the last trophy tauntingly at them.
"Come on, Owen," Alfred chanted. "Come on, dude!"
"Don't send Howard home just yet," Crystal whimpered. "That is, if he is planning on being honorable!"
"And the final trophy for the zombie virtual reality challenge is..."
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The thinner blond gasped, then his trophy hit him in the forehead. After crying out in pain, he stood to his feet and pumped his fists into the air with a triumphant cheer.
"What?" Izzy gasped.
"What?!" Alfred exclaimed.
"What?!" Valerie shrieked. "No, this can't be! This can't... it's not possible."
"Oh Valerie," Owen said, going over to the politician teenager, "I didn't know you cared so much about me already! I'm gonna miss you too!"
He hugged her and kissed her cheek, and she squirmed in his grasp, crying out in disgust. "Eww, yuck! Stop kissing me, you smelly... bleah!"
Owen then put her down to hug Izzy. "Sorry I don't get to help hook you up."
"I'll miss you, buddy," she said, patting his back. "But hey, there's a couple single girls on that bus, go work some of that charm I know you do have, just watch your manners!"
"Will do!"
Owen then hugged his other friends, including Alfred, Cody, and Zachary. The last one surprised everyone when he exchanged a fist bump as well.
"You weren't too bad, big white guy," Zachary said, a little emotion in his voice. "Take care, my brother."
"You too, brother!"
Alfred was openly crying, but that was cut off when Duncan's Punk Bus of Losers scraped alongside the platform, causing Duncan to scream in terror.
"You just ruined all my spray paint decals," he screamed at Jasmine when she opened the door. "Where'd you learn to drive?"
"Sorry!"
"Well dude, if she couldn't drive," Owen asked him, "why you'd ask her to do it?"
"Dude, I managed to get to Courtney with second base tonight, it beats driving the bus any d-"
"DUNCAN," Courtney shrieked, crossing her arms over her chest. "Shut up!"
"Aww," Crystal crooned, beaming at her. "Is that why you wanted Cody and I to leave the room for a couple hours? How romantic, a love affair!"
"Miss Courtney," Rodney asked, looking up innocently at Courtney, "what's second base?"
As Courtney stammered in humiliation, Duncan and Owen exchanged a fist bump before getting on the bus. "Woohoo," Owen exclaimed from inside the bus. "I could get to second base on this bus!"
"Owen," Izzy shouted after him. "Manners!"
But her cries were unheard as the bus doors closed, and they could hear Sandra's protests as Owen approached her. Jasmine and Daisy's laughter could be heard as well as Duncan tore out of the stadium.
"I really didn't want him to get voted off," Izzy admitted to Bridgette and Geoff. "Man, what an awful day for him!"
"I cannot believe he kissed me," Valerie shouted, rubbing her cheek. "Get some hot water, get some disinfectant, get some iodine!"
"I'm gonna miss that big guy," Tyler said.
"Hey," Howard protested. "Isn't anyone happy I'm staying?"
(Janitor's Closet - Bye bye, big guy!)
Crystal - \dreamy\ "Hmm, romantic interlude with your boyfriend in your room. I cannot think of anything more sweet... except for the fact that he announced to everyone what they had done. Duncan can be a bit of a wanker at times."
Rodney - "So... what is second base? Were Courtney and Duncan playing baseball?"
Sadie - "Um, I really, really, like really don't want to sound mean, but I'm quite glad Owen went. Because I can, you know, actually breathe in our room! Sakaki and Rodney are both able to inhale deeply in our room! You don't respect air until you've shared a room with Owen, no wonder Izzy dumped him!"
Ezekiel - "Wait, Izzy and Owen broke up? That's terrible, eh! I feel so soo'ry fur both of them!"
Heather - "When I saw that Ezekiel was going to kill every zombie in the VR campaign to avenge me, I was actually quite... moved." \She smiles and puts a hand over her heart.\ "This may be the geekiest, nerdiest, weirdest, and strangest thing I've ever admitted, but the fact that he wanted to avenge me was really, really romantic!"
Colin - "Man, they voted off the big fat guy who doesn't mind so much when you call him a big fat guy. I prefer people who don't get agitated when you insult them as personally as possible; seriously, why can't people take a joke?"
(Maclean Stadium)
"So that's how it happened, really," Izzy summed it up to Bridgette and Ezekiel. "Though probably not as many grenades as I mentioned before-"
"Where'd you get any grenades, eh?" Ezekiel asked.
"I'm really sorry, Izzy," Bridgette said, patting her shoulder. "But maybe it was for the best? Owen was really nice, but I could tell you weren't so happy these days with him."
"Hey, you're not so happy with Geoff," the redhead pointed out cheerfully. "Maybe you should break up with him and go on the prowl together!"
Bridgette gaped, then looked away. "Well, Geoff and I are just having a disagreement right now. He wants to move our relationship ahead more, but I think we really don't need to."
Ezekiel swallowed nervously. "Is... is he asking fur... fur..."
"No, not that," Bridgette said. "But lately, with him talking about marriage, I'm worried, is all."
"Well, whether or not you break up with him, I'm enlisting you two in helping get me paired up," Izzy gleefully declared, patting both of them on the back. "So don't let me down!"
"Excuse me, ladies."
The three looked to see Heather standing nearby, eyeing Izzy suspiciously. "Um, if it's all right, may I borrow Ezekiel for a minute?"
"Sure," Izzy shouted, pushing Ezekiel towards his girlfriend. "Say, Heather? I made your bed again!"
"Um, thanks, but wasn't it made this morning?"
"I trashed it a little in my outrage of being eliminated from the challenge so soon."
Heather shuddered at what Izzy considered "a little," but decided to let it go. Hooking her arm around Ezekiel's, the two headed off.
Bridgette and Izzy stood there in silence for a few seconds, then noticed Belinda and Howard walk by. Then Gwen walked by, casually waving at the two. Then Joel and Hannah walked by together, the latter with a Bible in her hands. Then Katie, shoving Noah forward, waved at them as she pushed by.
(Janitor's Closet - Look at all the interaction!)
Gwen - "I figured that I owed Harold a bit of an apology. I know I'm kind of harsh when mad, and most people know that... but I'm not normally this mad. Or I guess most think I am, being the angry, goth girl." \She bitterly rolls her eyes.\
Hannah - \holding the Holy Bible in her hands\ "Ezekiel let me borrow his Bible since Chris won't give me mine back! Isn't he the sweetest thing?"
Joel - "I always did like Ezekiel and Heather, even though the latter needed a bit of an attitude adjustment. She got that with Ezekiel, and now the two are really sweet together. Heather is great, but it's hard to focus on her when I've got Hannah to talk to!" \He chuckles and sheepishly scratches the back of his head.\
Belinda - "Trust me when I say that I know Howard's intentions were honorable, but hopeful. Any boy that hormonal has plans, but hopes attached to them; he'd be perfectly cool with any positive reaction, but he'd be most happy with second base with me."
Katie - "It's now or never to get Noah in that room. He cannot be comfortable in that closet, and I don't like a crabby boyfriend!"
Bridgette - \smiling\ "Even though there was a sad breakup and lots of horrible violence, I could sense that today ended really well."
"So what do you think?"
Belinda and Howard were on a balcony, high up at the top of Maclean Stadium. The view encompassed all of the stands, and a great view of the arena in the middle. Vera the Virtual Reality machine was resting down there, and Belinda could vaguely make out two figures using it, but couldn't tell who they were.
"Gorgeous view," she said simply, brushing her blond bangs away.
"Yes, yes it is."
He was staring at her as the wind fluttered her hair, something she didn't miss. She offered him a smile in thanks, and looked back down at the stadium. "You wonder how much longer we'll last in this competition?"
"You going to tell me, Foresight?"
"No, all I know is that I won't win. Maybe come close, but not win."
"Aw, c'mon, you so can win! Why wouldn't you?"
"Because when this competition becomes a free-for-all, eventually the others will think that the girl who's perceptive will be a major threat, and get me kicked out on my butt."
"A very cute butt to kick off, they should be ashamed."
"Not really the best compliment to pay a girl there, smooth."
Howard shrugged, chuckling. "Hey, I only pay compliments that are true, because the truth isn't supposed to be flattering, just truthful."
"Is that so?"
"It's quite truthful that you have gorgeous eyes, beautiful hair, a sexy smile, good boobs, cute butt, and a darn fine personality to match it all."
Belinda raised an eyebrow. " 'Good boobs'?"
"I couldn't think of a fitting adjective without sounding too forward."
"I think complimenting my boobs is forward enough."
She leaned on the side of the balcony, looking out over the stadium again. Howard saw the wistful look in her eyes, and asked, "Something wrong?"
"Nothing really wrong, just that I am hopeful this show won't be too painful. Owen and Izzy broke up, and I have to admit, I didn't see that coming."
"You seem depressed, I didn't think you cared much about them."
"It's more the sense that a couple has broken up, and it makes me worry about other relationships, lovers and friends. I don't like being around arguments and fights, they upset me."
Howard watched her as she spoke, then said, "You're a little like my sister, Jessica. She freezes up when people fight around her, she cannot stand it."
"In addition to being very political and opinionated, I am also someone who would prefer to never see a fight. I still don't know why I signed up for this show at times."
"Your uncertainty makes me a little nervous, Foresight."
She managed to smile at him as she said, "Keep the faith, Howard. After all, you need it when courting a girl."
The knocking on Room 6 was answered by Harold, the only member of the room currently in there. Gwen was a little startled to see him so quickly, and stammered a little.
"Harold, um... hi! How are you?"
"Good, thank you, m'lady."
She raised an eyebrow at this; she always found it a little weird when he called women that. "Um, okay. Is... wait, are you alone in there?"
"Howard, Izzy, and Heather are all doing something, and none made it clear if they'd even come back to this room tonight. Suits me fine, but why," he asked, raising an eyebrow back at her, "are you asking me if I'm alone?"
"Um, it's because-"
"I have to warn you, my heart is with Leshawna, and Leshawna alone."
She scoffed, then shook a finger at him. "And if you hurt her, I'll be hurting you, got that?"
"You have my word that I'll never hurt my Chocolate Goddess," he said, smiling and giving the Possum Scout salute.
"Good. Now I wanted to apologize to you about today's challenge."
Harold stared at her as she rubbed her arm, trying to think of what to say; she had forgotten to plan out any speeches. "Yeah, about the zombie challenge," she continued, "I wanted to say-"
"Oh, it's no problem, I didn't take it personal."
She gawked at him. "R-really?"
"Yes. It wasn't your fault you blew me away with a shotgun. I'm not petty, and going to hold someone's accident against them. You were hit by a zombie, and the shot went awry."
"Well, that wasn't exactly what I was going to apologize for-"
"It's fine, Gwen, it really is," he said, smiling at her. "An accident is an accident, and I especially don't want to make Leshawna's closest friend upset."
"You... you didn't do anything."
"Cool. Well, I have an excellent fantasy novel to continue, and I need to clean this room before I get to, so I bid thee good night, m'lady."
"Um, good night to you too."
Harold closed his door, and Gwen walked away, astonished at how easy that had been. "He sure does talk funny," she thought, then smiled, "but I can see why Leshawna is interested in him, because that's one guy who treats his girlfriend like royalty, like she's the best girl in the world.
"Wonder if Trent will forgive me if I apologize for being so distant," she thought grimly. "Oh, better not, I don't know if I can get off this bad mood anytime soon... stupid show."
"So are you crushing on that Alfred boy?" Leshawna asked Mandy.
"No! Of course not! Crushing is pointless, as we'll all be the mortal meals of Ithaqua," Mandy hissed. "He's just a friend."
"But I thought you were dating Miley?" [1] Lindsay said, cocking her head to the side.
"Who the hells is Miley? Is that one of the girls? How many times do I have to say it, I'm not interested in girls!"
Leshawna raised a dubious eyebrow at her, which made Mandy seethe more. "Look, I'll prove it!"
Mandy stomped over to Lindsay and gripped the blond's breasts. Squeaking in surprise, Lindsay watched in shock as Mandy squeezed her.
"See? See if I was enjoying this," Mandy shouted at a very surprised Leshawna, "I would be gay! But I'm not!"
"So why ain't you stopping?" Leshawna asked.
"Well, um," Mandy stammered, "I... say, Lindsay, what kind of bra do you use? This one feels really comfy!"
"Oh, you know that one they made recently called Rounded Support? It's supposed to be for big girls, but I really like it because it's more comfortable than bras for girls like me who just have big chests."
"You use that to? So do I," Leshawna said, proudly cupping her breasts. "No back pains, and it's soft on the skin. Dang, maybe we can go shopping together next time we get a break-"
The door opened, and Katie pushed Noah into the room. The two looked and saw that Mandy was squeezing Lindsay's breasts, and Leshawna was cupping her own. Noah took one look at this and started to head out.
"No," Katie protested, grabbing his vest and pulling him back; the girls all stopped their fondling as she kept him in the room. "No, you aren't sleeping in the closet any more!"
"Katie, I am not going to be in here! Did you see what they were doing?"
"Just checking out bra kinds," Lindsay said innocently. "C'mon, Nathan, please stay here? I feel guilty that you are sleeping in the closet."
"Me too. You should feel comfortable with us," Leshawna added. "We aren't bad girls."
"Well, they ain't, but I swear by Yog-Sothoth that I'll be nice," Mandy said with a cheerful smile.
"You see?" Katie said to Noah, "these are nice girls, they're also my friends!"
"Katie-"
"I don't wanna hear protests! You're going to sleep with these three, and that's final!"
Noah blinked. "Um, yeah, interesting way of putting it, Katie."
"I want to hear tomorrow that you slept with all three of them, or I'm gonna be, like, so mad at you!"
"Do I have to get a review from them each?" he asked sarcastically.
"Now be nice and stay here," Katie said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "I mean it, I'll come breaking down the closet door if I catch you in there!"
She left, and Noah waited a minute before chuckling to himself. "Yeah, her break down the door. She has trouble opening these doors on their own... and sometimes her bottled water."
Leshawna chuckled, then half-pushed Noah towards his bed, which he had not slept in once. "Now you get in that bed and you sleep, mister."
"Fine, fine."
"And tomorrow morning," Lindsay said cheerfully, "you can help us compare bras for comfort!"
Noah wasn't sure if he was extremely lucky or very unfortunate. All he knew was that he couldn't escape to the janitor's closet to confess his feelings, because Mandy was at the door, holding her dagger and cleaning her nails with it.
Ezekiel looked in the room Heather had led him to. It seemed like all the other rooms, just no luggage or personal belongings like all the others. "What's this all a'boot, eh?" he asked his girlfriend.
"Well see, they had more rooms than just the eleven we are all living in," Heather explained. "I found them when I was looking for a way to escape living with Izzy, but I don't think she's after my head, what with making my bed and all."
"Told you she could be really nice," Ezekiel said. "Shame a'boot her breakup, eh."
"Well, I'm sorry, but I never really thought Owen was a good catch. I spent way too much time with him during Total Drama Island, some of which I'll never forget no matter how hard I try."
Ezekiel nodded, then noticed Heather was closing and locking the door. "Um, Heather? What are you do-"
She cut him off by wrapping her arms around his waist and pulling him close. "You know, Ezekiel, I just loved how you were so dedicated to avenging me against those zombies."
"Um, well, you knoo' I woo'dent stand by after such a horrible tragedy."
Heather chuckled, then pulled him closer. "You know, Ezekiel, I love it when you stand up for me. You have no idea how much I appreciate it, since I doubt anyone else would ever do that."
She kissed him, then yanked him over to one of the beds, startling him with her forwardness and strength. When she pinned him down, she continued to kiss him and nuzzle his neck.
"It's been a long time since we did this, and we had to keep it quiet so that your parents wouldn't hear us making out," she purred, staring into this brown eyes of his. Stroking his face, she added, "You are just the sweetest thing ever."
"Thank you, eh."
"Best thing that ever happened to me. Don't ever change, Ezekiel Miller."
"I promise I won't, Heather Kasuga."
Wrapping their arms around each other, they began to kiss passionately. It carried on until they fell asleep, snuggled in each other's arms.
Izzy lay on her bed, wondering if she had done the right thing with Owen. She tossed and turned, trying to reenact the scenario (sometimes getting ninjas, the RCMP, tear gas, donuts, and/or leprechauns involved).
Owen was on Duncan's Punk Bus of Losers, hitting on Sandra. She was trying to get him to get away from her, throwing sticks of gum and shouting, "Get it, boy, go get it,"; however, Owen would eat them, wrapper and all, and go right back to her. Daisy, Jasmine, and Duncan found this to be rather humorous, and wondered if Owen had a thing for redheads.
(Voting Confessions)
Howard - "So far in this show, three hot chicks have been voted off, and that's just wrong. So I'll be a gentleman for the hot chicks and vote off Owen, because dude, seriously, so uncool pushing Izzy down the stairs! How could you treat a woman like that?"
Justin - "I am not being sidetracked! I'm voting for Zachary, because he's a jerk to my girlfriend, and I don't believe for a second he's going to try and help us!"
Sakaki - "Um, I really don't want to be mean and all, but Owen is..." \she nervously pokes her fingers together\ "... he's very, very hard to live with. He's nice and all, but every time I go into our room, it smells... unbelievably awful. I've been trying all kinds of room fresheners, but they actually wither up or fail when they get in our room!"
Valerie - "Howard is useless, a flirt and a so-called player. So he'll be the first target of my new alliance. How can it fail, we have three people voting for him?"
Yoshi - \glaring at the camera\ "Zachary."
Zachary - "With Owen on our side, we are gonna rule the votings! I vote for Howard, which is fine and all, didn't really like him to begin with!"
Trent - \scratching the back of his head\ "You know, it's hard for me to pick one of the new people, it's rather soon to judge. So if I just go by the old contestants, I gotta say Owen. His personal smell reeks, and seriously, Izzy didn't deserve that treatment."
Sebastian - "I've seen Sakaki and Sadie borrowing Carol's gas mask at times. I think it's time for me to vote for Owen, because seriously, if he cannot control such bodily outputs, he needs to see a doctor."
Owen - "Woohoo, an alliance! I remember the guys' alliance during TDI, that was fun! Like when we voted off Geoff's girlfriend, and..." \he starts to trail off\ "... and when we kicked off Geoff for being nice... you know, on second thought, that wasn't so much fun. Maybe this one will be better, and we're voting for Howard!"
Izzy - "Like I said, I'm not voting for Owen, he's still my friend. I'll vote for Justin, because my evil ex should still be watching his back. Like, he should get eyes surgically attached on his back so he can watch from behind at all times, cut out eye holes in his shirt. That's the only way to stay safe from Izzy!"
Votes:
Howard - Owen.
Justin - Zachary.
Sakaki - Owen.
Valerie - Howard.
Yoshi - Zachary.
Zachary - Howard.
Trent - Owen.
Sebastian - Owen.
Owen - Howard.
Izzy - Justin.
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Owen - 4
Howard - 3
Zachary - 2
Justin - 1
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Voted Off - Sandra, Duncan, Jasmine, Daisy, Owen.
[1] - Lindsay is calling Hannah "Miley" because she cannot remember which one she's supposed to be when she's blond. \wink, wink\
For all the Owen/Izzy fans out there, do not lose faith! This story is far from over, and nothing is final; I will at least give you the benefit of the doubt here, in saying that this may not be permanent.
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