Prologue: The Invitation
"See you kids next time! Take care of yourselves out there!"
It was still around the beginning of a bright and peaceful summer, where it apparently finishes one big break for an assistant youth leader of a small humble church, sitting in the center of a suburban village. After seeing the playfully rowdy kids scurry off to the sidewalks and reunite with their respective families that were waiting outside on time, he heads back into the church's sanctuary to simply pack up his usuals: a journal, his portfolio, and his Bible, putting them into his trusty satchel still kinda functional, an old possession that he inherited from his grandfather.
"Goodbye everyone! I'm always up for anything you need! Just one call away!" the youth assistant bade.
"Bless you for your hard work once again, Dexter!" says one elderly staff member, waving the young youth leader bye.
"Thank you! Blessings to you as well!" the young assistant named Dexter, replied and waved back.
He then strolls the gray stone brick sidewalk back to his place that's just around the corner, not even taking more than ten minutes when traveling on foot as it leads him to a medium-sized bungalow of brick and wood. He opens the mail box standing just meters away from the bungalow's porch outside to collect any possible mail and surprisingly finds an envelope inside, taking it and flipping the lid back up before entering the family home.
"I'm hooome!" Dexter calls as he lets himself into the house and replaces his sneaks for a pair of house sandals.
"Ah, Dex! So, how're the kids?"
Greeting him aloud from afar was an old semi-balding man in his mid 40s, reading through the news online with a tablet and a pair of reading glasses while reclining on a rocking chair in the living room area. He looks like the older version of Dexter, except for the balding part on his head, the thick black beard around his cheek and jawline, and the much rougher or harder tone in his bungalow is spacious enough to nearly connect the living room and the dining kitchen area, with the stairs just within arms reach if you were walking into the center of the place.
"Hi, Pa! They were energetic and rowdy as usual, but since it was the last day, they were very much cooperative," Dexter plainly explained to his father as he walks over to the dining counter and puts his satchel on top of it.
He eagerly takes a seat on a stool near the counter and starts to open up the anonymous envelope, which happened to contain a heavy compilation of what appeared to be contracts. Bills and files are usually whatever's there to claim in the mailbox, but it's pretty strange to see contracts, more so that it's from an unnamed source. Just before he was gonna call out for his father, the phone in his pocket vibrates with a notification from a friend of his, showing an urgent call from "Max", which is short for his friend's real name, Maximilian. Despite feeling taken by surprise from the sudden call, he picks it up to answer.
"Uh Max? Hi, what's up?" Dex replied.
'Uh, finally for receiving my call?! Dude, like I sent you a buncha texts. And that was like hours ago!' The caller named Max, screamed over the phone, good thing though that Dexter didn't put it on speaker.
"Uhh huh. Well in those hours ago, I was kinda busy and in the middle of something?" Dexter nervously replied.
'Sheah I bet, so did you get the envelope?' Max asked out of curiosity.
"Yeah, I did. Wait, that was you?" Dexter wondered.
'Nope, well—sorta. I saw this cool offer of a summer camp that we could try together! It's gonna be fun, trust me!' Max exclaimed over the phone.
"Are you sure about that? And that it's not exactly a scam? You know how I feel about getting scammed," Dexter pointed out, knowing the trauma of scams in rare yet painful occasions.
'Trust me, it's legit. There are sure to be plenty of other people to meet. Cool guys, pretty babes, and summer fun with the location to boot!' Max briefly explained in detail. 'Update me later if you're in, it even says that there is a competition with cool prizes!'
*Toot!*
"Max? Max?! Hughhh…"
After his pal abruptly and suspiciously left him hanging, he takes out his reading glasses for good measure and skims through the contracts for anything important, seeing that his friend wasn't lying that it is like a contest between anonymous members, in an isolated island of sorts, and that the time and date is set and ready for applicants. Noticing that there weren't that many strings attached, including how members are responsible to know that injuries and liabilities are guaranteed in the contests, he calls up Max again just for a sense of clarification. He can just tell his family a little later for their permission.
"So Max, you signed already right?" Dexter wondered, looking over the big contract and clicking his pen.
'Yup, but I did it after submitting an audition tape,' Max replied.
"Audition tape?" Dexter asks, suddenly puzzled.
'It's basically a short straightforward cammed resume and interview of yourself or something. Tell them why you are like—qualified to join or whatever,' Max explained in brief.
"Oh, cool, thanks. Talk to you in a bit then," Dexter replied before ending the call.
He heads upstairs to his bedroom next to his brother's, following the procedure by filming himself sitting on a stool through the built-in camera on his laptop to start, with just his half-empty bookshelf, his bed, and some weights as his background.
"Uh-ahem, hi, my name's Dexter, but you can call me Dex," Dexter introduces himself on camera. "To be honest, I just kinda stumbled into this little thing through a friend of mine. He told me about how things seem to work. So uhm, here it goes…"
—
Soon, the moment of truth came as he finished reluctantly signing the contracts and papers with his desired belongings prepared prior. Max met up with him at the front of the anonymous venue that's stated among the piles of paperwork they both signed up for, both of whom are well-packed and prepared, though still unsure of whatever lies ahead and anxious from all the suspense and mystery. Just outside the building, they were greeted by a big muscular black American dude that seemed to be some guy from the military towering over their heads, with the stereotypical voice of a strict cadet instructor.
"Are you two applyin'!?" the man boisterously demanded.
"Gah—uhhhhh—yes!" Dexter startlingly replied.
"I ken't—hear you!?" the man boisterously demanded again.
"Siryessir!" Dexter saluted and responded to the top of his lungs.
"Dude, what are you doing? He's just messing with you," Max facepalmed in embarrassment, shaking his head.
"Huh?"
"Bwahahahhahaha! Looks like we got ourselves a boy scout! C'mone in!"
Not sure if it was just his imagination, but the moment Dexter and his buddy Max were guided into the warehouse-like structure, he notices a grin on the smug of the welcomer, which further clues in on how suspicious this promotion is. Inside the place, they were suddenly shocked with jaw-dropped awe as they saw that the area was like a sophisticated and organized facility with a yacht just floating in the water that connects to the ocean on the outside like a parked up vehicle on display at the malls. However, the moment of awe fades with a spook from the same guy they just met outside.
"Bwagh!?" Both Max and Dexter exclaimed.
"What are you two boys waitin' for?! Get on in!" the guy suggested.
"Wait, in there?" Dexter nervously asks.
"Whooohoo!"
Without hesitation, Max immediately bolted and entered in ahead of him, filled with excitement to taste the luxurious cruise.
"Your pal seemed pumped up, are you?" the man wondered.
"Y-Yeah! Thanks for um, what should I call you?" Dexter kindly asks.
"Since you so kindly asked, the name's Chef Hatchet! Don't forget it, or ya'll regret it, now get in there!" The man named Hatchet, slaps Dexter's behind to "eagerly" let him into whatever his money's going to.
After gulping down his anxiety and a sigh of courage, he steps up the wooden board into the yacht, it has "luxury" and "costly" drawn and painted everywhere and everything from the whitewalled floors at the top floor, to a miniature bar set up just near the cabin that interacts and steers the yacht, among many other minor expensive details.
"Whoa, cool…just… cool …!" Dexter stammered again with his jaw hanging, only to let Hatchet sneak up behind and lift it back in place before slapping him back out of his stupor.
"C'mone, boys! We ain't got all day!" Hatchet screamed right up into his ear, causing him to jump and dash away scared.
—
With all said and done, the yacht immediately heads out to sea, with Max calmly chilling on one of the couches near the bar and Dexter looking out from the spacious bow of the yacht. The cool sea breeze passes and wraps around his slightly tanned face, the waters beating the sides of the vessel, and the faint smell of salt that calms the mind. The gentle sailing out on sea went on for about a quarter of an hour until there was that hard stop that caught Dexter off his guard.
"Oof! Ow!" Dexter groaned, holding onto the wet metal rail. "Uh-Huh?"
"Hehey, man! We're here!" Max exclaimed as he jumped out of his seat and went to him by the starboard. "What's over there!?"
"Uhhhh…"
The yacht anchors itself close to a dock, where a man wearing some sort of worn out denim jacket over long sleeves and a beige pair of cargo pants, seems to be eagerly waiting with a big smile on his stubbled face, standing by with a group of other assorted people, probably the other contestants. From there, the team in the boat dumps out Dexter's gym bag next to him and Max after leaving the yacht before quickly sailing out of the scene, leaving them with the creepy host.
"Hahah! Welcome! I'm Chris! Chris— McLeaaaan!" The man excitedly introduces himself with open arms.
"Rock on! This is gonna be a blast! Name's Max! Maximilian!" Max excitedly replied in return.
"Uhh, Dexter. You can call me Dex. That's fine too," Dexter plainly replied, a tad confused whoever "Chris McLean" actually is.
"You dunno me?" Chris smugly wondered, raising his eyebrow with a hint of his charisma.
"Don't worry about him. He just does not really get involved with entertainment too often," Max answered on his unintentional behalf.
"So I gathered! And I read that you seem to be quite the scout, based on your little petty addons. But anyways, you two are the last contestants to actually arrive!" Chris excitedly welcomes.
"Well, this seems like—whoa, what's up with this place?" Dexter pointed out with disgusted tone.
Not long after leaving the boat, he just now only noticed how bad the state of hygiene and cleanliness of the surrounding area from afar apparently is. Trash could be found littered around the grassy premises or floating along the beachy shorelines of the little sandbars; the debris dirtied what could have been a beautiful landscape if not for the utter negligence of whoever owned the place— or was it really negligence?
"Why's the place so… trashy?" Dexter bluntly asks.
"Because: this whole setting is built on a budget! And this is where you guys will be staying for the coming weeks, though depending on how long you can last without being voted off early!" Chris explained bluntly in detail.
"Voting? Dude, you never mentioned any of that…!?" Dexter turns to his sly pal Max.
"Hey, that's what makes this camp a little spicy— and fun! Conflict and thrill! C'mon bro! What better way to spend time than having a "totally suspenseful summer!"" Max casually points out and nudges him on the bicep. "And besides, that's not the only thing we'll get to experience…!"
His infatuated gaze and flirtatious tongue-clicking points towards the lineup of girls that are among the contestants who were just downright hot and unique by their own right; one being a surfer with a surfboard; another being a glamorous blondie; and another a goth girl; just a few of those that explicitly stood out. The common sight of Max's usual routine clicked in his mind that he facepalmed and shook his head at his friend's antics in being a cool playboy for easy girls.
"Hey! Glad the gang's finally all here. Name's Trent!" says a guy with camo long sleeves, wearing a guitar gig bag on his back.
"Try not to get on my bad side, and I tell you you'll live," says another guy with face piercings and a green mohawk.
"Cool! Glad to be here, man!" Dexter nods and shakes hands with him . "Though, this place could use a little cleaning or something…"
"Would youuuu be willing to clean the place?" Chris slyly asks eagerly, raising an eyebrow.
"Uhhh, yeah. That's fine, right?" Dexter shrugged his shoulders.
"Chris my man, trust him with the cleaning. He's a semi-germaphobe and perfectionist. He could turn this island brand new if given enough time, believe me," Max adds.
"I-I just wanna look out for my allergies! It's a pain to deal with sometimes, and prevention is my favorite cure!" Dexter answered.
"Hah! Okay, if that's the case, you can handle most of the cleaning in the area as our head janitor—since we don't have one here anyway!" Chris chuckled and nodded, accepting a staff member who's free of charge.
"Uh, cool, thanks then," Dexter reluctantly takes the temporary task.
"Well well well, first day in and you already got yourself a summer job!" Max teased.
"Alright guys! Now that everybody's here, it's time to commemorate with a group photo! For the promos!" Chris announced. "Everyone on the end of the dock!"
Everyone gathers to the rickety dock area beside a huge signboard saying "WAWANAKWA", getting into their positions for a group photo. Dexter stands next to a tall, dark, and burly dude, behind the glamorous blond girl in leather heels. Max, on the other hand, stood next to the girl with long black hair, wearing a skimpy maroon halter top and pair of dark greenish cargo shorts, while standing on heels and keeping her distance an inch away from him with crossed arms. After everyone's ready, Chris prepares his camera while positioning himself somewhere atop the boat that brought the contestants to take the group photo.
"Okay! One. Two. Three…"
*Click*
"Oops!" Chris ooped and removed the camera's lens cap. "Okay, forgot the lens cap! Now, hold that pose! One. Two— oh wait— card's full, hold on, just a sec."
"Uh, wouldn't it be better to have a professional photographer around, just for the promos, like you said?" Dexter bluntly asks, making some of the other contestants laugh and giggle at his cluelessly logical response.
"Rrrrrmph, anyways, there! Okay, everyone! Say: WAWANAKWA!" Chris changed his face and exclaimed, pointing his camera at them.
"WAWANAKWA—WAAAAGH!"
*CRACKS* *SPLOSH!*
*Click!*
Just before Chris could take the photo, apparently the old dock couldn't hold the entire group and crumbled, making them all fall into the water and swim with the broken planks, much to his favor for how funny the wet group photo turned out—excluding Dexter and his reflexes, who managed to barely save the glam blonde plus a tall dark and burly guy with a white cap.
"Hehehehehe, okay guys! Dry off and meet at the campfire pit at 10!" Chris announced, tapping on his watch.
"Wow. Whew, and there goes the bridge," Dexter huffed.
"Thanks for the save! My hero!" The blonde girl gratefully embraces Dexter's sides. "I'm Lindsay! Um, Text, is it?"
"Uhmmm, close, but it's Dex, Dexter," Dexter nervously answered.
"Appreciate the lift, too! Call me DJ!" The tall dark muscular guy embraces both Dexter and Lindsey out of gratitude.
"N-Nice to meet you, DJ…!" Dexter replied back with a smile.
—
After everyone took the time to dry off and reorganize their belongings and possessions for a while until the time to meet came around. They all sit and gather at an elevated enclosure with stumps for seats near a dud campfire, and Christ arrives to "properly" introduce everyone to the camp they've all signed up for.
'Love how they set up all this without much trouble,'
"This— is Camp Wawanakwa, your home—for the next eight weeks!" Chris welcomes. "The campers sitting around you will be your cabin mates! Your competition; and maybe even your friends! You dig?"
'Hm, this is gonna be a bit difficult,' Dexter anxiously thought to himself, being introverted and all unlike his buddy Max.
'Heyo Dex! Again, appreciate the save back there. May the best contestant win!' DJ whispered excitedly beside him.
"Sure! Same here," Dexter replied back with a fist bump.
"Hey! 'Scuse me? What would the sleeping arrangements be? Because I would like to request a bunk under her," the guy with the mohawk slyly demands, referring to the girl wearing a halter top.
"...They're not co-ed, are they?" the girl asked.
"Nooo. Dudes get one side of each cabin and girls get the other," Chris replied.
"Excuse me um, Kyle? Can I have a cabin with the lake view since I'm the prettiest?" Lindsay quickly asks.
"Okay yes you are, but that's not how it really works around here. AND— it's Chris!" Chris sternly repeated his name.
"Wow, this is a way milder version than boot camp at least," Dexter deadpans.
"You've been to boot camp? Gee, shocker coming from a boy scout," says a guy with the sharp sarcastic tone.
"It was fun—for the least part. Not exactly fond of how my cabin mates can bully you for being wimpy for most of the time. I hate that sort," Dexter bluntly adds.
"Huh, tell me about it," he scoffed back.
"Ah right—I'm Dexter, but you can call me Dex," Dexter introduces himself.
"Noah, wouldn't wanna be ya," the guy named Noah, introduced himself and reluctantly shook hands with him. "You talk too much, you know that?"
"Sorry. Kinda nervous and excited, can't help it," Dexter apologizes.
"Okay, here's the deal: if we're gonna split you into two teams, when I call your name out, go stand over there," Chris announces, holding a list of all the contestants' names. "Gwen. Trent. Heather. Cody. Max. Lindsay. Beth. Katie. Owen. Leshawna. Justin. Annnd Noah!"
He then tosses a green rolled banner that was patched up together for Owen to unfold.
"From this moment on, you are officially known as— the Screaming Gophers!" Chris exclaimed, letting Owen unfold a symbol of a green gopher at its center.
"Pfft, Screaming Gophers? Sounds like a cursing mantra for the losing team. Can we change that?" Max teased, making Lindsay and Leshawna laugh at his snarky comment.
"I second his opinion. Sounds laaame," Noah snarkily adds.
"Rrrrrmph, anyways—"
"Wait! What about Saydhi!?" Katie anxiously asks upon being placed on a team apart from her best friend.
"The rest of you over here! Geoff. Bridgette. DJ. Tyler. Saydhi. Izzy. Courtney. Ezekiel. Duncan. Dexter. Eva. Aaand Harold!" Chris exclaimed.
"But wait! Katie's a Gopher! I have to be a Gopher!" Saydhi demands in protest.
"Come now, it'll be fine, Saydhi," Courtney assured.
"Uh, if you want, I could probably swap teams with her?" Dexter suggests.
"Sorry Dex bro, but rules are rules!" Chris replied, tossing a red banner to Dexter and Courtney. "Alright, you guys will be officially known as— the Killer Bass!"
The unfolded banner in red showed a choking red bass fish in the center, getting a little interest in Harold however.
"Wow…it's awesome… it's like… amazing!" Harold awed.
"Looks cool and lucky enough for me. Red's usually the lucky color in my eyes," Dexter jokes.
"Oh…that's…great…" Courtney nervously replied back, smiling weakly.
"Alright campers! You and your teams will be on camera in all public areas during this competition," Chris warns.
—ZZZ—
"You will also be able to share your innermost thoughts on tape, with video diaries anytime you want!" Chris offers, showcasing a pre-recorded or live streamed video of himself in a fly-infested toilet room. "Let the audience know what you really think! Or just get something off your chest!"
—ZZZ—
"Oookay…so far this sucks," the goth girl named Gwen, thought out loud.
—ZZZ—
"Yo, boys and girls! This is Maximilian speaking! Watch me win!" Max playfully replied on the camera.
—ZZZ—
"I don't get it. Where's the camera guy?" Lindsay wondered as she checked around inside, unaware of the videocam recording her rear.
—ZZZ—
"This is a certain first for me, to be honest. Man, this place could use some cleaning…!" Dexter thought out loud, unable to bear the stench with his sensitive nose.
—
"Alright! Any questions? Cool, let's find your cabins!" Chris exclaimed. "Gophers, you're in the east cabin; Bass, you're in the west!"
With that, everyone slowly separated into their respective teams and headed down to their cabins, with girls and boys being segregated separately into two sections of each cabin.
"Huh. This place could use a little clean up," Dexter deadpans, seeing how dusty the floorboards are, along with the dirt-stained glass that's browned up before being kicked out of the way for blocking. "Oof!"
"Move over! If you're eager, you could start cleaning this whole place up yourself," says the frank delinquent with the green mohawk in piercings— whom Chris called out to be Duncan earlier.
"Uh, yeah," Dexter replied, being pulled back up on his feet with DJ's help. "Thanks."
"My pleasure. And hey, they didn't leave us hanging with the cleaning supplies," DJ points out.
"Awesome! Now to business while waiting," Dexter pulls out a thumbs up after setting his gym bag and satchel on one of the lower right bunk beds.
"Uhhh, guys? Where do you think they keep a socket? I would love to groove with some aesthetic music later," Harold, the skinny guy with glasses, wondered after placing down his bag and electronic keyboard next to his bed.
"Umm, hold up, ah! Right here, dude!" Dexter calls, finding a single socket at the left corner near the door.
"Step aside, flat top! I call dibs! Didn't get to charge on the way here, since I was still juvie when my stuff's confiscated," Duncan snorted as he pushed Dexter out of the way and goes on to plug in his charger and connecting it to his low-battery cellphone.
'C'mon guys! You got half an hour to unpack and meet me back in the main lodge. Starting—now!"
"AAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHH!"
Just in the middle of settling down, an unsettling scream coming from the Gophers' cabin was heard that made everyone pop out of their cabin sections, probably one of the girls from how high pitched the screaming voice was.
"Ohhh man that white girl can scream!?" Leshawna, the big African girl with the ponytail and the sassy attitude, quipped in astonishment.
Everyone immediately went to check out the Gopher Girls' cabin section, spotting a frightened Lindsay tiptoeing over a small stool while staring down at the floor with a scurrying cockroach.
"What is it!? Kill it! Kill it!" Lindsay whimpered while standing on a shaking heel in fear of the little brown bug.
"...Aghhhh!"
*CRACK!*
Shockingly, even the burly dark-skinned DJ was afraid and jumped in fear, breaking a nearby bunk bed.
"That—was my bed," Gwen, the goth girl, deadpanned with a hint of frustration.
And so a little pandemonium ensued, literally as the campers panicked trying to get the cockroach out of the cabin— either dead or alive. That was until Dexter was able to quickly squish the roach right on the floor board and simply toss it out of the cabin.
"Whew, disaster averted," Dexter sighed with relief, not noticing Duncan wielding an axe by the door. "Does anybody have like some tissues or sanitary wipes?"
"Here's a pack!" Leshawna tosses a pack of folded sanitary wipes to him.
"Thanks!" Dexter replies and proceeds to clean up the mess he made with one alcohol sheet.
"If you ever see one of those again, just let me know, 'kay? 'Cause, you know, I could do that too!" Tyler, the jock in red tracks, assured Lindsay, not breaking eye contact for more than eight seconds.
"Hmph, they always go for the jocks," Duncan snorted with a smirk and rolled his eyes.
—
Right after that kerfuffle, all campers were called to head down to a bigger cabin that's built like a mess hall, preparing for the coming lunch time— the long awaited time for the big rowdy Owen and the weird adventurous Izzy. The cabin looks a little bigger than the two others, housing a wide spacious hall full of old cheap wooden benches and tables, and a kitchen that's connected to the front of the counter where the big hunched burly guy Chef Hatchet, works as a literal chef.
"Listen up! I serve it three times a day! …And you'll eat it three times a day! Grab a tray—get your food! Then sit your butts down—now!" Chef Hatchet yelled, holding a stockpot by the counter to serve the campers with their trays.
"Whoa, so you weren't just Chef by name. You actually are one!?" Dexter deadpans in a surprised tone.
"Well, I make things just the way mama used to make 'em, now here!" Chef Hatchet slams a ladle-full of some rare-ish sloppy joe onto his bun with a side of a bowl of flavorless oatmeal before adding a little extra half and smiling with a wink. "Enjoy it while it's live."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Dexter wondered what he meant as he walked to his group's table before noticing his slab of sloppy joe "twitch" a bit and jiggle sloppily like a beating pile of fresh flesh. "Ohhh—blegh! Ohh mann. This is morbid for my eyes."
"Excuse me, will we be getting all the major food groups?" Beth, the girl with braces, asked out of curiosity while receiving a ladle-full of the sloppy joe on her bun.
"Yeah, 'cause I get hypoglycemic real bad if I don't really get enough sugar," Harold adds, somehow triggering Chef's crankiness.
"You'll get a whole lot of SHUT THE HECK OFF!" Chef Hatchet screamed right at his face, making him scamper away to the table and sits next to Dexter.
"...If you like you could take my bun. I got a little more meat on my hands anyway," Dexter offers to give his top bun.
"Nahhh, we need all the strength we can get, man. 'Preciate the offer though," Harold replied back with a smile from his initiative.
"Hey bro, whatabout me? Mind if I get the share instead?" Max kindly asks, unknowingly sitting right next to Dexter out of nowhere.
"Uhhh, bro, isn't your team at the other table?" Dexter nervously asks.
"Ah— table shmable, it's just taking a seat," Max shrugged with a smirk before feeling a heavy palm bang on the table.
"Hey, you're on the wrong table."
Towering over the skinny friend with thick well-toned feminine biceps and forearms while surprisingly appearing to have some…well-developed… curves was the mean glaring Eva, who seemed a little annoyed with having an enemy sitting in their midst.
"Y-Y-Yes, ma'am…!?" Max meeped and slowly leaves the table with his tray of food, letting Eva normally sit in his stead next to Dexter, averting her anger. "Yeesh, touchy."
"What was that?" Eva glared with a raised eyebrow.
"N-Nothing!" Max yelped as he bolted away to his team's table.
"Hey hey, easy. He was just gonna ask for some food. Don't worry," Dexter assured.
"Just keep your stuff to yourself," Eva plainly replied before munching on the sloppy joe while watching everyone get their food and sit at the table or mess around with Chef.
"Uh…huh…?" Dexter slowly nodded in response before noticing his sloppy joe jerk and pounding it with a hammer fist, finally taking the first eerily juicy bite. "Hmmm. This reminds me of the time I tried eating a live baby octopus in Korea."
"Duuuude, you tried eating live octopus?" Harold asks after swallowing a munch down.
"Mmmm. Yup, but that felt weirder and dangerous though," Dexter replied as he gulped down the jiggly meat. "I heard people choke from having its suckers stuck to its throat or windpipe. But hey, great sources of protein!"
"Tch, alright, genius," Duncan scoffed and chuckled, dampening his confidence.
"I do wanna try out some exotic oriental food like that, but I never got the time. Kimchi and sushi were my only closest meals to such," Courtney adds, interested in the conversation and much to Duncan's annoyance that he rolled his eyes.
"Cool! My little bro's good at cooking, though he's kinda lazy. But don't underestimate him and his skill," Dexter brags, nodding at the personal fact about his gamer for a brother.
In the middle of their eating, Chris steps in with another announcement.
"Welcome to the main lodge!" Chris welcomes.
"Yooo, my man! Can we order a pizza?" Geoff asks.
*Donk!*
"Wh-Wh-Whoaaa! It's cool, Chi! Brown slop is cool!" Geoff panicked after seeing a butcher knife flight out from the angry kitchen. "R-Right, guy?!"
Everyone else of a weaker heart nervously nodded in agreement, not wanting to imagine getting stabbed by one of those sharpened knives.
"Okay, your first challenge begins— one hour!" Chris quickly announced before leaving quickly.
"What do you think they'll make us do?" Katie wondered out of curiosity.
"It's our first challenge. How hard can it be?" DJ confidently adds.
—
And boy was the challenge a challenge alright. Everyone's quickly instructed to get into their bathing clothes and meet at the cliff that's known to be the tallest point in the whole island, featuring a possibly 1000 or more-meter drop that eerily leads straight down to the little cove that looks like an eye, lined with some rope and buoys at the bottom to make two bordered spaces and is standing near a dirty beach below them.
"Ohhhhh wow…!"
"Ohhhhh sh**!"
-To be continued
A/N:
Hello! So uh, this is my first TD fic, and I actually forgot that this part of my crazy childhood existed. So to fuel my nostalgia, I wanna try writing along with it! Hope you guys can have fun reading it.
OC profiles:
Dexter "Dex"
Character profile:
Gender: Male
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Black
Label: The Boy Scout
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Maximilian "Max"
Character profile:
Gender: Male
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Black
Label: The Thrill-Seeker
