Mono-Chris kicked them out of the trial room without any explanation, and the survivors shuffled back to their rooms.

Marin didn't sleep.

So when they woke up the next morning to see a trash covered Topher, they thought they were hallucinating.

They found out that Topher had survived the fall into the trash shoot.

They also found out the graduation exam was about to begin. So the investigation started once more.

It was a blur. They found all the bodies of their dead friends, and then they found cameras broadcasting the whole thing to the outside world. None of it made any sense until they started to talk it over, putting together everything they'd ever found over the course of the killings, and then it all clicked.

5 of them stood against the mastermind, against a clone it turned out.

Zee, Marin, Damien, Axel, and Bowie stood between Monika, who was the Ultimate Pianist, and also the Ultimate Despair.

"No, we can't give up hope!" That's what Marin said to the survivors as they took in the reveal that this was a season of Total Drama. Even if the season resulted in the deaths of thirteen innocent teenagers, it had received more praise compared to TDPI.

"Monika," Zee started as Topher was dragged off by the police to therapy, "Why?"

"Why?!" Monika echoed, "Because I am the Ultimate Despair! I was born to bring this world into Despair! And I thought by broadcasting this killing game to the fans of Total Drama, I could achieve it! But I suppose I will just have to settle for my own despair."

"Wait, no!" Axle yelled, but Monika had already hit the punishment button.

The survivors watched in horror as Monika sat on a chair and put herself though mini versions of every single execution the others had endured, until she was finally blown up by the very bombs that had exploded MK.

She dropped the escape button before she died.

Marin supported a devastated Bowie as they all made their way to the doors of the inn. Everyone was in tears, even Damien which was the first shred of emotion Marin had seen from him.

They pushed the button.

The machine guns deactivated.

The door opened.

Goodbye, Jo… and thank you. We will live on.

The End