Author's Note:

Hello, all. Once again, I'm so sorry about taking such a lengthy break, especially considering the fact that it was during the cutoff point for an episode. Last time, I said that I was hoping 2023 lives up to its potential and… well… let's just say it's been pretty awful for my personal life. My online life has never been better, but by sheer dumb luck, my IRL life has just gone down such a drain. It's more so something that revolves around the people in my circles not being mentally at their best, so don't worry about me. As far as I'm concerned, I'm totally fine; it's just a matter of the environments that surround me.

Also, yes, I promised that I wouldn't be making any more three-part episodes, but unfortunately, I had to cut this one into three. It conveniently works as the challenge itself is cut into three rounds, but at this point, I'd rather get this episode out in the open, given how long the gap has been.

I could've held off releasing this episode for a longer period of time, but I do think that these upcoming 4,500 words are good enough to release on their own.

But that's enough about me. Sit back, relax, and enjoy this upcoming chapter. This is the first chapter written in 2023, and I'm hoping it won't be the last.

MERGE: Dakota, Dave, Dawn, Jo, Noah, Sammy, Scarlett, Scott

Episode 21 - Fool Me Once

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The episode opened as Sammy was seen entering the girls' cabin. She approached Dakota's sloppy bed and saw her cell phone lying on the lumpy mattress.

"Gotcha!" Sammy celebrated to herself, slightly confused as to why Dakota still had a flip phone and not something more modern. She initially turned to leave, only to remember the Fame Monger's comment about something underneath her very own pillow. Curiously, Sammy crept towards her bunk bed and lifted the pillow.

To her surprise, a bright pink note was seen underneath. Sammy raised an eyebrow before shifting her glances towards both sides of the cabin. Filling up with curiosity, she took a peek at the contents inside.

If you were a song, you'd be the best single on the album.

Love you, Sammy

Your Secret Admirer,

The cheerleader fell on the ground in absolute shock, cringing at the sheer thought that someone put time and effort to showcase such a cheesy pick-up line. To her horror, she spotted at least a dozen more notes underneath the bed, all of which containing similar messages.

Are your parents bakers? Because you're a cutie pie!

Keep on being amazing!

Your Secret Admirer,

Did you come out of the oven? Because you're too hot to handle

You really are the better twin,

Your Secret Admirer,

xxx

"...only a corny male would go through the effort of making these, but who?" Sammy wondered to herself, "There's no way in heck Noah or Scott wrote these, but that only leaves Dave! He's not into me… right? The chances of the other two trying to mess with me is infinitely higher than it ever being Dave! I'm sure he knows I don't view him that way!"

Something about her tone of voice made it very clear even she didn't believe her own words.

"I'm going to talk to Dawn about this later. If anyone's gonna tell the difference between a stalker with a crush and a master manipulator, it's gotta be her, right?" she groaned sheepishly.

xxx

The talent show area was seen once again with the four disqualified contestants sitting separate from where the four competing contestants were. Sammy looked a little suspicious while Dakota was doing her best to stay separated.

"And welcome back, everyone!" Chris announced on a pedestal back at the talent show area. "Right now, we're about to continue with Round 2 of our Sunday Evening Live Extravaganza! Either Scott & Dawn or Jo & Noah will advance to the third round!"

"You two are going down!" Jo taunted as she showed them dual thumbs-down gestures, "Hey, help me lower their morale, Revenge of the Noahrds!"

"You're really running out of zingers, aren't you?" Noah deadpanned as he rolled his eyes.

"Quick! Come up with a nasty nickname while she's down!" Scott whispered gently as he elbowed Dawn. The moonchild was not amused as she scoffed at him.

"And why would I ever want to do that? I'm not you, you know," Dawn replied sharply.

"We don't need to lower their morale. Can't you see how dysfunctional the two are?" Noah notified Jo, "They're clearly at their wit's end."

"Round 2 is pretty simple!" Chris continued, "You have one hour to make the funniest comedy skit possible! Whoever gets me, Chef, and our next guest host in tears will live to fight in the third round!"

"A comedy skit? Bring it on! My killer disses can get the whole club laughing!" Jo bragged with confidence

"...no offense, teammate; your shticks are starting to get extremely repetitive." Noah frankly confessed.

Jo squinted her eyes and scoffed. "Everyone's a critic nowadays, huh?"

"Hey, Chris? Chef wanted me to pass a message," Topher poked out as he tapped the Host on the shoulder, "Your original guest host canceled so big man Hatchet decided to fly over to give him a piece of his mind!"

"Disappointing, but not entirely unexpected. Don's been a real stickler ever since his stupid racing show got canceled. Based on what I've heard, he's even beginning to sound like me! " Chris shrugged, "Fine! You can judge Round 2 with me, Topher."

"Aww, sweet!" Topher cheered as the four competing contestants groaned. Dakota bit her lip as she began exiting the peanut gallery.

"But if you end up stealing my thunder, I'll make sure you never appear on TV ever again!" the Host with the Most warned.

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"Topher thinks he's the talk of the town, when he's really one massive phony!" Dakota complained in the confessional outhouse, "I can't believe he's getting screen time on top of taking my spinoff away from me. Fortune favors the ugly, doesn't it?"

/

The shot changes to reveal Dawn and Scott walking out in the woods.

"I was thinking we do the ol' Tenn & Peller magic routine, y'know?" Scott suggested, "You know them, right? They got TV out in your little pixie garden?"

Dawn did not respond, instead deciding to sit down on a rock in a lotus position as she began to silently meditate.

Scott scratched his head, "Well, I guess that'll work. Only one of us needs to do the talking. You just do your magician thingy, and I'll… tell some jokes or something."

"This isn't magic, Scott. You of all people should know this." Dawn retorted.

"M-me? How come?" Scott stuttered as he raised an eyebrow.

Dawn opened one eye and shot a menacing stare at him. "You're the only person I ever explained my powers to and I'm not going to do it again. Remember? Three years ago?"

"How many times do I have to tell you this?! I don't remember what happened!" Scott shouted in annoyance.

"Yes, I realize that!" Dawn yelled as she stood up, trying her best to reach his height by standing on her tiptoes. "You don't remember anything because I cast a hex on you!"

"Hex? What the hex are you talking about?" Scott quipped with a dorky giggle, much to Dawn's frustration.

"A hex. A "curse", as you "hosers" like to call it," Dawn grunted, "Before that lying piece of human filth and his apron-wearing minion shoved me in a garbage bag, I stared deeply into your soul. You should remember this part."

"Yeah, I do," Scott cringed, disgusted by his past self, "Don't really like watching those old episodes, y'know? You're scary when you're angry. That face gave me nightmares for weeks!"

Dawn raised an eyebrow. "Why did you think I did this?"

"Cause you felt like staring at me, I guess." Scott answered with a meek expression.

"I wouldn't gaze into your eyes even if we were the last two beings left on Mother Earth!" Dawn grumbled in horror, "No, I cast a witch's curse on you. The prophecy dictates that every powered being like myself has the innate ability to lay a hex once every blood decade. So long as that person matches two conditions; that our mana is deemed compatible and that the person in question betrayed the caster deeply."

"You and I are… compatible?" Scott gulped.

Dawn ignored his question. "I placed a hex that ensured you'd experience pain, misfortune, and trauma for the rest of your time on this mortal plane."

The farm boy froze as his eyes widened. "E-EXCUSE ME!?" Scott bellowed in rage, "So all this time, all this crap that's been thrown my way- was all because you're nothing but a sore loser!?"

"The misfortunate you faced during your second season wasn't a fluke," Dawn smirked mischievously. "There's no need to thank me for every single time an animal turned you into a chew toy."

"What, so I'm just the world's punching bag until I die?" Scott questioned in anger.

"Not at all. The curse ends whenever I feel like it." Dawn grinned. "Only if I feel you're worthy of forgiveness."

"You have to reverse this, Fairy Princess! Don't you realize how you've affected everything and everyone I love?" Scott begged as he fell down to his knees. Dawn looked confused at Scott's pleads for mercy.

"The world is cruel. It takes and it takes and it takes. But, at least I can take solace knowing karma hinders the rotten," Dawn smirked once again.

Scott clenched his fists as he stared down at the ground. Finally, the last three years of awful luck and tragedy were finally being recontextualized. He took a deep sigh, held his breath, and stood up.

"...then why didn't you vote me out?" He asked quietly. "If I'm nothing but this big dumb monster, why didn't you let me go when you had the chance?"

Dawn was caught off guard and bit her lip for she did not want to explain her logic.

"Answer me, Fairy Princess. You let me stay here for a reason. Why?" he demanded.

A few moments of silence commenced as Dawn stared at her fellow castaway longingly. Suddenly, her lip began to slightly tremble.

"...because I don't want to be angry at you anymore," she admitted through clenched teeth as she crossed her arms.

Unexpectedly, Scott gave her a big hug. Dawn's eyes intensified in shock, but she decided not to pull away. For some reason, she wasn't bothered by the farm boy's unexpected embrace.

Sammy and a certain niche of Total Drama fanatics would've loved to see these two together.

"You burnt me harder than anyone I've ever known has done before," Dawn explained, "A greater evil took over you three years ago but I know you've grown. But so long as you don't remember, I can't find it in my heart to fully cleanse you of your past sins."

"If you're talking about the elimination, I'm sor-"

"I already told you, it was never about the elimination, Scott." Dawn gently corrected as she tried her best to make sure Scott didn't see her blushing face, "It's something deeper than you can ever imagine."

Scott pursed his lips. For the umpteenth time, he was being blamed for a crime he couldn't even remember.

"Why can't you tell me what it is?" Scott asked politely, knowing that this was likely his one opportunity to finally gain some information.

"...because I've forgotten too," Dawn said as she slumped onto the ground, slightly embarrassed to the fact that she and Scott had been in a hug for at least a full minute. "I just feel so irate all the time yet I can barely even remember why."

Scott snapped his fingers in defeat. Neither of the two knew exactly what Scott had done, and they had no real way of discovering it.

"Hey, wait a minute!" Scott said in excitement, "We're on a reality show! Why don't we get the raw footage of Season 4 from the interns?"

Dawn continued to cover her face on the ground as she tried her best not to show weakness in front of Scott. It was completely embarrassing for her to cry over this, let alone in front of her supposed worst nemesis.

"Don't you think I tried that the minute we arrived? The hard drives were damaged when the island sank two years ago." Dawn explained as Scott frowned.

The moonchild wiped her face, as if to ward off any of Scott's germs, as she stood up once again. "Besides, the interns signed a non-disclosure agreement to not discuss any details to us contestants. Apparently, it's all for the sake of drama. Chris has all of them wrapped around his fingers. So long as they are working for him, they aren't going to give in."

Scott took a deep sigh in realization. "...what if we talked to an intern from Season 4 who isn't under Chris' payroll?"

"And who would that be?" Dawn asked.

Not a few seconds later, her entire face dropped. She knew just the person who fit the bill.

"Dakota…" Scott grumbled with an exhausted tone.

/

The scene shifted once again to reveal Dave relaxing in the cafeteria area. He sighed and stared at the table, bored out of his mind. Suddenly, Sammy appeared beside him and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Have you seen Dakota? She told me to meet up here," Sammy explained to which Dave rudely snorted.

"Is everything alright?" she asked politely.

"Hmm?" Dave replied, "Yeah, I'm fine. Just wish I was still competing in the challenge, that's all."

"Why did you even throw it in the first place?" Sammy wondered, "The Dave I know wouldn't just give up like that. Especially after you won invincibility last time."

"To be honest, that was all Scarlett's decision," Dave confessed awkwardly, "She asked me to throw this one with her and I felt like I owed her one. I know it's stupid, but it's the least I could've done, right?"

Suddenly, in the background, Dakota's face popped from behind the counter. Little did they know, she was eavesdropping on the entire conversation.

Sammy shook her head in concern, "This is a game, Dave. It's Total Drama for goodness sake! People will lie, cheat, and steal as much as they can, just to find your weak spots. You don't owe anyone anything. Plus, if Scarlett chose to not go for immunity, surely she's got a trick up her sleeves, right?"

"Agree to disagree," Dave moped, "If I can end this season with at least one true friend, then I'll consider my time here a net positive. And no, Courtney & Noah don't count."

"And what about Sky?" Sammy added.

"We're alright now but that's because she isn't in the game anymore. Know the difference." Dave noted, "and Scarlett's been nothing but fair to me. I think I at least owe her some gratitude."

"So, you're bending over backwards for… Scarlett?!" Sammy said in shock, "The most psycho Total Drama contestant of all time? What about me, Dave? Don't you consider me a friend?"

Dave mumbled for a bit and refused to look at her.

"You realize you can tell me whatever you want! I'm here for you, man! I know what it's like not having anyone you can truly trust. Believe me, my sister's made life a living hell." Sammy reasoned as Dave continued to pout.

"You're only talking to me because Dawn's busy with the challenge," Dave grumbled as he stood up to leave, "I'm just that loser you talk to whenever your real friends are out of the picture. Now if you'll excuse me, Scarlett and I have to talk some strategy. Sometimes it's good to spend time with people who don't stab me in the back!"

As he grumbled off, Sammy sat there in absolute shock, not entirely sure what was going on.

"...did I do something wrong? What's his problem!?" Sammy mumbled all alone. "You think you know a guy!"

"Hey, bestie!" Dakota waved, suddenly appearing from the bathroom. "What'd I miss?"

"Nothing much," Sammy shrugged, "Dave's just acting up again. Same old, same old."

"Dave? Acting up? How surprising," Dakota deadpanned while giggling. "What, next you're gonna tell me that Scott isn't scratching his armpits or that Jo and Scarlett aren't totally flirting."

"No. I've been with Dave long enough to know this isn't like him. Someone must be conning him again." Sammy rationalized, "He wouldn't get mad at me for no reason, especially since he's been apparently crushing on me.. But who could it be? Is it Noah again? Maybe Scarlett? The possibilities are endless!"

Dakota tried her very best to hide her smile. "I'm sure you'll find out who it is soon enough…" the Fame Monger noted as she gently pet Sammy on the back.

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"Yep, it was moi!" Dakota celebrated in the confessional as she began filing her nails, "So I may have also sent Dave a fake letter, telling him that Sammy isn't interested in getting together. Now who's the real Queen of TV, huh? Eat your heart out, Topher! Anything for ratings!"

"...and that reminds me! Maybe that little twerp needs a bit of coaching…"

/

The scene changed to Dave on his way to his secret meeting place with Scarlett. However, Dakota was seen racing from the confessional outhouse to have a quick chat with the germaphobe.

"...wait up, Dave! Gosh, all this running is awful for the camera. All the sweat stains!" Dakota whined as she stretched her aching legs.

"Yes? Can I help you? Kinda busy here…" Dave grunted.

"You can spare a few seconds, can't you?" Dakota offered, "But here's the sitch- I know about your little drama with that cheerleading girl. She's been telling me and the other girls about how terrible of a boyfriend you'd be!"

Dave clenched his fists in anger. "That sounds exactly like her! Of all the no-good, rotten, gossip girls! And after I bared my soul to her too. Those moments were genuine, man! Genuine!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Dakota groaned as she began filing her nails. "All I'm saying is that I can easily get the votes on her," Dakota grinned, "You, me, and my alliance. We held the majority vote last time, so it should be easy to kick her off A.S.A.P!"

Dave looked up to the sky then smiled. "You have yourself a deal, Dakota! Who would've guessed Amy was right about her?"

/

The scene shifted to reveal the talent show grounds once again. Jo was seen punching the air enthusiastically, ready to give the performance of a lifetime. Noah was seen impatiently tapping his foot, eager to get on with the challenge.

"You gotta loosen up a little!" Jo suggested enthusiastically as she proceeded to practice her punches, "No one likes a stiff performance,"

"I fail to understand this performance," Noah retorted, "Why am I being the one "roasted" with your "killer insults"?"

"Your scrawny appearance and pathetic muscles will be the fuel that drives us to victory! Gotta take advantage of every little tiny insecurity we can, right?" Jo gleamed as Noah's jaw clenched.

At that very moment, Topher walked onstage looking confident.

"Great news!" he announced as Jo & Noah both stared at him. "Dawn & Scott have both decided to step out of the challenge! Looks like we're going straight into Round 3!"

"For real? So all that prep work was for nothing?" Jo grumbled, "Who knew both Sharkboy and Larvagirl were such pansies?" Noah tried his best not to physically cringe at Jo's nicknames.

"Well, the same can be said for Old Man McLean!" Topher replied to her rhetorical question, "Apparently he had better things to do! And who does that leave in charge of this episode? That's right! Me!"

"Yeah, yeah. Let's get this challenge over with, shall we?" Noah sneered, "What do Jo and I have to do?"

"Oh, you're gonna love this one, Total Drama fans!" Topher winked directly at the cameras, "Jo & Noah will compete in a challenge I call 'One, Two, Three, Four! I declare an Insult War!' Both Noah & Jo will have to create one verse worth of sick roasts! Whoever decimates the competition will win individual immunity and a guaranteed spot in the Final 8!"

Noah's eyes widened as Jo fistpumped the air. "Finally! The perfect challenge for my killer wit!" she smiled.

"You've got to be joking!" Noah complained, "Don't you realize that Jo lives and breathes insulting others, regardless of quality?"

"That sounds like a you problem!" Topher taunted as he gave a thumbs-up to the camera, "We'll reconvene in an hour. Catch you on the flipside, TD fans!" he waved as he began posing like crazy.

"Tough," Jo shrugged as she wrapped her arm around Noah's shoulder, "Robbed for the second challenge in a row. Gotta hurt!"

"Can't I have this win?" Noah bargained, "You aren't in any danger. So long as the five of us stick together, one of Dave, Sammy, or Scarlett should be leaving tonight."

"No-can-do, Mister!" Jo snapped as she pushed him aside, "If you want immunity, you're gonna have to earn it… like that's ever gonna happen! It isn't about whether I'm in danger or not; winning immunity sends a message!"

"And what message would that be?" Noah asked, raising an eyebrow.

"That time around, I'm going all the way to the top!" Jo smirked confidently.

/

Noah was trying his best to cool down his anger, fists clenched in rage. "It pains me to say this, but I can truly understand why Scott wanted that chaotic gremlin in gray sweatpants gone for so long now. Something about her inability to ever listen to reason makes my blood boil."

/

Scarlett was seen next to a big tree, quietly writing in her notebook. Every once in a while, she furrowed her brows in annoyance. "Will that even work?" she muttered to herself.

As if on queue, Dakota popped from behind and gave a hearty laugh, "Hey, hey, hey, bestie! What're you up to?"

Scarlett looked directly at the camera, completely unamused. "...Bestie? What are you? 12? Are you truly that desperate for any semblance of human connection?"

Dakota ignored the insult as she sat herself next to the brainiac, as Scarlett gave her an odd look. "Soo… how are you doing? Coming up with some out-there strategy to keep you and Jo in the game longer?"

Scarlett rolled her eyes as she began scribbling in her notepad. "Perhaps if I ignore it, there's a chance it'll get bored and annoy someone else…" Dakota didn't look too happy about this.

"Why can't you realize that you need me! You, Dave, and Sammy are totally screwed! It's basic math, really!" Dakota coerced hastily.

"I take it that you're giving me an offer I can't refuse, correct?" Scarlett interrogated, seemingly completely disinterested, "Why me over the other two?"

"Sammy and Dave are great, but they're background characters compared to you! You're the star of the show, girlie! You started this show in a straightjacket and here you are, sitting pretty at the Final 8 with an idol in your pocket!"

"So that's what this is about." Scarlett commented, "Good grief, you love taking your time, don't you? In the interest of time, why don't you cut to the chase?"

Dakota grunted, not expecting to be called out so bluntly, "Fiiiiine!" the Fame Monger groaned as she stood up, "If you give me your immunity idol, I'll bring you to the Final 2!"

Scarlett squinted her eyes in absolute bewilderment before shrugging, "You truly the strangest person I've ever met. I'll bite. The idol's yours." Scarlett reprimanded as she stood up and began walking to the cabin.

"Wait, for real?" Dakota stuttered in shock, "I didn't think that'd actually work!"

"I'm being sincere here, no strings attached." Scarlett confirmed, still walking away, "That invincibility statue has been nothing but trouble for me. I'm already a massive target, so keeping it around won't do me any good."

"You're the best, Scarface!" Dakota piped up in excitement.

Scarlett froze as she clenched her fists, "So long as you promise to never call me that horrendous pet name in return."

"SO IT IS A PET NAME!" Dakota squealed.

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Dakota's eyes were wide open as she looked extremely thrilled. "Who's the Queen of TV? That's right! Ladies and gentlemen, Dakota Milton has this in the bag!" she cheered as she held the Chris statue to the cameras.

"Look! It even has the McLean seal as proof!" she told as she pointed to the seal in question, "Topher hasn't got anything on me! He's still playing checkers while I'm playing Lightsaber Quantum Chess!" she gleamed. The Fame Monger then revealed that there was a strap on the McLean head the whole time. She then proceeded to don the idol on her neck.

"Shoutout to my boyfriend Sam, by the way! I'm winning this season for the both of us!" she concluded in joy.

xxx

Dakota exited the confessional once again, as she began whistling to the tune of the intro of her own spinoff series. Not even five seconds later, Scott and Dawn came rushing in front of her. The two looked absolutely exhausted.

"There you are!" Scott panted, "We've been looking everywhere for you!"

"What are you wearing?" Dawn asked, pointing to the McLean-Brand Chris Head.

"Nothing much, just Scarlett's immunity idol. Even got the McLean Seal of Approval to show it isn't one of Scottie's knockoffs!" Dakota gloated, "You'd know a thing or two about that, wouldn't you, Dawn?"

"Whatever!" Scott interrupted, "That's not important right now!"

"I recall you were an intern during our first season," Dawn squeaked calmly, ignoring the Fame Monger's provoking comment. "Do you know about what happened between Scott and I?"

"Oh, absolutely!" Dakota retorted as she began filing her nails in boredom, "You know, if I was one of the producers, I wouldn't have edited that little subplot out at all! I'm still surprised they completely cut it out! Could you imagine the ratings if people saw you two's little incident?"

"Well… what is it?" Scott grunted impatiently, "After all this build-up, this better be worth it!"

"Oh, you poor thing! Do you really think I'll give up that information for free?" Dakota mocked with a sassy tone, "If you, me, and your little Fairy Princess promise to never vote each other until the Final 3, then you have yourself a deal."

"I'm not waiting that long! Are you crazy? I need to know ASAP!" Scott grumbled as he raised his arms in the air.

"Relax, Scottie. You'll get your comeuppance eventually," Dakota nodded condescendingly as she put one hand on her hips, "If I'm still standing tomorrow morning, then I'll tell Dawn. She can do whatever she wants with that information, but in return, you two have to promise to never write my name down until the endgame!"

Scott's jaw dropped as his face grew red, "So after all this, I still won't know what I did?"

"Please, Scott," Dawn sighed as she shot back an angry look at the Fame Monger, "This is the best deal we're getting. I'd say, we take it. What do we have to lose?"

Scott pulled his head back in frustration before rolling his eyes, "Fine. Dakota, you have a deal."

"Oh, and, completely unrelated, but… why'd you two drop out of the challenge?" Dakota asked curiously.

"All three members of the opposing alliance failed to make it to Round 2. It truly doesn't matter who wins immunity tonight," Dawn responded as the scene faded to black.

/

Author's Note:

As I said in the beginning, I'm sorry that this episode has to be another three-parter. I promise this will likely be the last time it happens. On a more positive note, I'm absolutely motivated to finish this story soon. My love for Total Drama (and Disventure Camp) is at the highest it's ever been, so I'm glad to say that TD: TISB will be wrapping up in the next year or so!

What a long and perilous journey it's been, huh? Even though this is more of a "middle" fragment of an episode, you can't deny that there's a lot going on! Lots of build-up for the final part of this episode. Whether it be the fallout of Dakota's trickery, idol shenanigans, Jo & Noah's battle for immunity, or Scott & Dawn's story finally getting some crucial lore, it's only a matter of time before everything blows up!

And for once, Jo and Scarlett didn't even interact! That's gotta be a first, right? (Yeah, yeah, I know a lot of you are reading for the Jolett scenes. I'll definitely keep that in mind for the future ;) )

Also, I'm a proofreader for Disventure Camp Season 1 (and 3). As a little sneak peak for that, I can assure you that there's a certain storyline in Season 3 that pitched to the creators. They're absolutely running with it so if you enjoy my writing style, you'll love what's in store for the future.

Oh, and, uhh… I saw a Tumblr post about this fanfic. It recommended this story, though it did claim that the "first few chapters" are bad.

…not entirely wrong, to be honest! But yes, I have always stated that around Episode 7, the fic starts getting really really spicy.

If you're new here then welcome! I hope you enjoy reading this lengthy story in which I'm about 165,000 words in yet I'm only in the Final 8. If I hit the 300,000 word mark by the end of this, would that make TD: TISB among the longest single-season TD fics ever made? Especially considering we started with only 18 contestants?

Who knows, man!

As always, take it easy!

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Elimination Table:

Dakota - (19th Place) (Returned)

Shawn - (18th Place)

Topher - (17th Place)

Bridgette - (16th Place)

Sky - (15th Place)

Brick - (14th Place)

Alejandro - (13th Place)

Tyler - (12th Place)

Lindsay - (11th Place)

Lightning - (10th Place)

Courtney - (9th Place)