Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and a Happy New Year everyone! Here's chapter six! I'm very happy to have gotten this chapter out now, before the new year. I was originally unsure since I'm going out of town for New Year's (I got tickets to the NHL Winter Classic in Seattle for Christmas!), but luckily, I was super motivated to get this bad boy out now. Part of the motivation comes from a lot of the stuff I have planned for the future, including the Finale, which I am very happy to have outlined scene by scene. And holy crap it's gonna be enormous LOL. Like, a MINIMUM of 30k.

Also, I want to give a special shoutout to Tempokeep! They left some awesome, in-depth reviews earlier this month, and it really meant a lot to see. Especially on that particular day; It wasn't a very good one, so those were a much-needed and much appreciated pick-me-up. Make sure to read their great stories too, including Ancient Abodes, which features Alessia!

Well, that's enough from me, I think! How about we get into the story?

"Welcome back everyone!" Chris McLean greeted his audience with a smile as he stood in Camp Wawanakwa's forest, on the old abandoned stage that the campers often frequented. "It's been a crazy last few days here, and as excited as I am to get into it, let's get through this recap first!"

As Chris hopped off the stage and began walking through the woods, he began his recap. "Last time, even though I say it every episode, I think the last time truly was our most intense, strategic, and wild episode yet! And why was it, you may ask?"

Chris then stopped walking for a moment and laughed evilly for a few moments. "Why, because of our wonderful competition, the Pressure Cooker!" Chris then looked fondly at the camera, thinking about the competition in question, as he continued to walk. "Yes, our wonderful campers battled it out inside the devious Pressure Cooker, a special competition designed to test their endurance and torture them until they couldn't take it any longer."

Chris then exited the forest and walked towards the center of the main camp. "After over fifteen hours, Brooke was the sole survivor of the devilish competition, which gave her the sole power to eliminate someone from the game. In the end, after much introspection and debate within herself, she chose to stick the strategy in the dirt and make the elimination entirely personal, as she personally removed Ji from the game with a grin on her face."

Now standing directly in the middle of the cabins, Chris began to wrap up his intro. "So, what will happen this time? Who will be eliminated next? What will the fallout of the campfire ceremony look like? Well, we're about to find out on….

TOTAL!

DRAMA!

ISLAND: REWRITTEN!"

At the sound of the knocking on their door, John looked around at his cabin mates. Godfrey was standing in the bathroom, door open, giving his goatee a trim. The content grin on his face as he looked in the mirror could only mean that he was quite happy with what he saw.

David and Weenus, meanwhile, were animatedly in conversation about something or another; John hadn't been paying particular attention, opting instead to doodle in his notebook. As he looked around the cabin, he also noticed that Marcellas was nowhere to be seen.

"Don't everyone rush to get it all at once," John grumbled annoyedly as he stood and made his way over to the door, quickly opening it. He raised an eyebrow as he gave the knocker a greeting. "Oh, hey, Alessia."

"Hi there, John!" She cutely giggled as she gave the artist a quick wave. "Is Colby in there? We were gonna hang out today."

John lazily waved his hand over to where Weenus and David were talking. "He's here, all yours." He replied as he returned to his bed, and Alessia followed him in.

"It's been a while, John!" Alessia happily said as she stood in the center of the room. "I hope you didn't forget about me or anything….." She trailed off.

John just rolled his eyes as flopped back on his bed. "There's no way I could forget about you, Alessia. And besides, I've been around, you could have just approached me if you were really that interested in talking to me. I don't bite or anything."

With a smile that was just able to conceal the annoyance in her eyes, she said, "I guess that's true. But anyway….." She then turned to Weenus, changing the subject of the conversation. "Hi, Colby!" She greeted with a wave. "I wanted to hang out if you're able to."

The Stuntman grew a huge grin. "Oh, totally!" He excitedly said. "I'd be so down!"

Alessia grinned. "Perfect," she then gestured to David, "David here was nice enough to cook us some lunch!"

Weenus surprisedly turned to David, who bore a grin of his own. "Surprise!" He laughed. "Alessia asked me to get some stuff whipped up for your two's date, and there's no chance I wouldn't help you out, man!"

Alessia quickly made her way over and gave David a quick kiss on the cheek. "And thanks so much for it, David," She said, appreciation clear in her tone. "It really was sweet of you to do."

Grinning like mad, David replied, "No problem, really, Alessia. I already love cooking and it's helping my buddy out, so no big deal!" David then grimaced. "Getting Chef out of there so I could do my thing was another story, though…" He trailed off.

At that, John snorted a laugh. "I'm sure he was thrilled that you tried to encroach on his territory."

"We came to an understanding," David replied. "Since it was helping out my buddy, he let me have the kitchen."

"I've always wanted to know, David; when you sell your soul, do you really sign it in blood?" John asked with a smirk.

"Well, Colby," Alessia interrupted, getting everyone's attention once more. "Do you want to head to the mess hall and eat?"

"You know it!" The stuntman said as he bounded off the bed and stood next to Alessia. Hooking his hand with hers, Alessia gave the other occupants of the room a wave as she and Weenus left, hand in hand.

"I'm gonna head out too," David said. "I'm gonna take a shower, I think."

"I won't stop you," John remarked as he continued sketching, as David went out the door.

After a few moments, Godfrey stepped out of the bathroom, happy with his looks. "Where'd everyone go?" He asked in confusion.

"Alessia came and took Weenus a minute ago. I guess they're on a date in the mess hall or something. David left to take a shower and I have zero idea where Marcellas is," John answered lazily.

"Weenus and Alessia?" Godfrey asked, growing a grin. "Good for my boy, then."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," John responded back as he closed his sketchbook, and stood and stretched.

"What do you mean?" Godfrey asked. "I'm glad that my friend's got a girl interested in him," he told John, his voice taking a defensive tone. "He's told me that it doesn't happen that often."

"Now that, I don't doubt," John chuckled to himself. "But all I'm saying is that if it's Alessia, he better be careful."

"Is there something you know that I don't about Alessia?" Godfrey probed, sensing a hidden meaning behind John's statement.

The raven-haired artist shrugged. "We're not best friends or anything, but we were teammates for a minute. I don't know, Godfrey, I just thought she was inauthentic."

Confessional: John

"Things, at this exact moment, are shaky for me," The artist admitted with a shrug. "I can fully admit to that. Getting that one vote against me in the Pressure Cooker wasn't ideal. Now, if people really wanted to, they could just say, 'Well, John already has the vote against him. It'd be easy to just give him the boot. Let's do that.' Which, of course, I want to avoid. So, I'm going to be playing this particular stretch of the game a bit more carefully than I normally would. I'm not gonna step on anyone's toes, I'm gonna be a little more helpful, and generally avoid anything that will make people want to cut me off like I'm a gangrenous limb."

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"So you think she could be playing him?" Godfrey questioned, clearly unhappy with the idea.

The artist just shrugged once more. "Again, I can't say for sure. I'm just saying that that's what I thought of her. But who knows?" John asked aloud, laying back down on his bed. "Maybe I'm wrong, and she does like Weenus for Weenus. But then again, maybe not."

Godfrey scrunched his eyebrows together and watched out the window as the pair entered the mess hall. "I see," He quietly said, before turning back to John. "Thanks for the heads up, man." He told the artist.

"Don't thank me," John shrugged. "Just passing on what I know."

Godfrey nodded again as he turned back to the window looking out over the camp, and crossed his arms with a frown.

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Confessional: Godfrey

"When it rains, it pours, doesn't it?" Godfrey asks the camera with a chuckle. "First, Brooke detonates my big plan in front of everyone. And now, it seems like Alessia is making a move of some kind on Weenus. Godfrey then grins into the camera. "Things may look bleak right now, but you can rest assured that I won't go down without a fight. I'll give up when they say my name, followed by 'You have been eliminated'. Until then, there's always a chance to get back into the game. Just have to focus on one problem at a time."

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"This is so exciting!" Alessia giggled as she and Weenus stepped into the mess hall. Pointing to a particular table with food already on it, along with a long tablecloth on top of it, she added, "Wow, David really went all out."

As they approached the table, they saw what David had prepared for them; two plates held two rather big salads, along with two bowls that contained a rather hearty soup. A loaf of French bread, already cut and buttered, also sat on the table. Two glasses of sparkling cider, along with the rest of the opened bottle, also sat on top of the table finishing the meal.

"Yeah, my boy David loves his cooking," Weenus agreed. "He went all fancy pants, for sure." As the pair sat down, Weenus grinned again. "This is gonna be so much fun!"

"It really will," Alessia smiled as she took a sip of the cider. "Delicious!"

"Hrgh," a growl came from behind them in the kitchen. As the pair looked towards it, they could see Chef Hatchet glowering in the kitchen. "Dang David kickin' me out of my own kitchen….."

The pair looked back at each other and then snickered. "Well, looks like Chef really wasn't that happy about giving the kitchen up!" Alessia laughed.

Also laughing, Weenus nodded and said, "I hope that he doesn't think he's getting replaced!"

Their laughter settled down, and as Weenus began to eat, Alessia asked, "So, Colby, tell me about yourself! I don't know much about you and I wanna know more!"

Weenus then grew bashful. "Haha, well, I'm really not that interesting."

"That's not true," Alessia disagreed. "I think you're the most interesting person here, to be honest. You do all those stunts and stuff, what's that like?"

As Weenus began explaining some of his stunts, the bottom of the tablecloth fluttered a bit.

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Confessional: Marcellas

"I cannot BELIEVE that Alessia somehow managed to convince me to hide under that table like a damn spy!" Marcellas complained in the confessional booth. "At the time, her idea about getting me in the room so I could hear Colby's responses and stuff seemed really good, and I even agree that it's good that I'm there so I can work with her on how to manipulate him! But god, I didn't think it'd entail laying on that crusty, dirty-ass floor!"

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"...So I'd say those are my favorite stunts that I've done so far," Weenus finished as he took another bite of his salad.

"Wait," Alessia responded, aghast. "You've taken fire ants to the face?!"

"Yup!" He proudly retorted, then pointed to his shirt. "Where do you think the shirt came from?"

Cringing, Alessia responded, "Playing video games seems like the much safer option, I think." Rolling her eyes, she then asked, "Why the hell do you even do that stuff, anyways?"

"'Cause it's fun!" Weenus laughed. Seeing the thoroughly unimpressed look on her face, he continued, "And, well, it makes me happy, as weird as that sounds."

Weenus then began to look bashful. "I mean, I know I'm not the best-looking guy, or the most athletic, or the smartest. I'm actually gonna get my GED, once this whole thing is over. But, what I can do is that stuff! It makes other people happy, and if that's the case, then it makes me happy. That's always been what I've loved the most; making people happy, and making people laugh. And if I have to hurt myself and embarrass myself to do it? Then that's what I do!"

Cocking an eyebrow at the stuntman's words, Alessia retorted, "So you're okay being the court jester that people point and laugh at?"

Marcellas cringed at Alessia's harsh words under the table as Weenus nodded in confirmation. "I wasn't gonna be a doctor or a lawyer, so I guess bein' a jester works for me."

"And your family approves of this?" Alessia questioned once again, still confused.

This time, Weenus shook his head. "Oh, absolutely not. Heck, they barely approved of my grades! Do you think they'd be okay with me tattooing all this dumb stuff on me, or getting beaten up, or just making a fool of myself? No chance!"

"So, you don't talk to them, I take it," Alessia breathed, her tone softer at that, sounding more like a statement than a question.

"Nope," Weenus confirmed. "Not since I dropped out. They were pretty clear about not wanting to interact with me at all until I gave up my," Weenus then lifted his hands to make air quotes, "Ridiculous alternative lifestyle."

"But, you miss them, don't you?" Alessia asked somberly.

"They're my parents," Weenus responded, his tone laced with melancholy. "Of course. There's not a day that goes by when I don't think about them. But, at the end of the day, I wanted to make myself happy. What my parents wanted for me, would have just made me miserable. But now? I've got so many cool friends. I have a dog I love, Tubesteak, that I love more than anything. And I get to do what makes me happy, and I have a pretty fat bank account, too. I miss my parents, of course. I wish that they'd want to include me in their lives again. But would I give up what I have in order to talk to them again?"

Weenus vigorously shook his head. "Not a chance! I love my life. And, my parents, still. I still hope they'll come around one day. Maybe when I find a girl and get married or something like that will bring them around. But until then, I just keep on keepin' on."

Alessia was silent for a few moments at Weenus' revelation to her. She sat in silence, looking lost in thought, for just a few moments too long as Weenus then asked, "Um, I didn't freak you out, did I?"

"Oh, no," Alessia said to him, a wistful tone in her voice. "It's just…..well, my parents have always supported me. When I wanted to go to college to become a writer, they were all in on helping me. When I told them about doing this show and playing this game, they told me to grab it by the horns and never let go. And, when I started streaming, they were super supportive. Especially my brother."

Alessia lightly chuckled. "My brother got me into gaming, you know. He's autistic and doesn't really talk. He's a few years older than me, too. We played games when we were younger. Heh, we must have totally worn out that old Sega. And, he got me into Twitch. He's been my biggest supporter, my biggest helper, and my best friend. He tells me what games he'd think I would like, and he's always right. He always knows that I prefer those games with wonderfully written stories. The Last of Us, Red Dead Redemption, and especially those Telltale Games. He's never steered me wrong. Games like those are what make me want to write. To create stories as beautiful as those."

"I could never, ever imagine having a family that didn't support me, because mine has backed me a hundred percent in anything I did." She then looked softly at Weenus. "And, that's why, I feel really bad when I hear your story, Colby. Because the thought of my family not having my back really, really hurts me. And for you, it's reality. And I'm really sorry about that."

Weenus laughed. "Don't apologize, Alessia!" He remarked. "Like I said, I'm really cool about it. It really sucks, but I've learned to accept it and move on. And like I said, there's always the hope that I'll hear from them again someday."

Like a predator sensing weakness in its prey, Alessia's eyes narrowed and a small, cruel grin spread across her face for just a moment as she stuck her hand out across the table. "That's why I want you to know that I'll be here for you, Colby. I care about you, and I wanna work with you in this game. All the way to the end."

Widely grinning, Weenus gently grabbed her hand with his own. "Thanks, Alessia! I really care about you too. You really are a cool person. And I'd love to work with you in this game, too."

"Oh, Colby!" She squealed in excitement as she tightened her grip on his hand. "That just makes me so happy to hear you say!"

The grin that was on Weenus' face threatened to split his face in two. "Any time!"

"You know," Alessia realized after a few moments, "I really, really think that you and I can make it to the finals. Wouldn't that be so cool?" She asked, to which Weenus responded with a fast nod. "We need an alliance!" Alessia then declared. "What do you think of me, David, you, and Marcellas?" She then asked the stuntman.

Weenus looked slightly apprehensive at that. "I don't know….." he trailed off. "What about Godfrey? He's my friend too."

Alessia pouted. "I don't know, Colby," she sadly said. "I think that Godfrey doesn't like me very much. I'm worried that he'd come after me, and I really don't wanna leave just yet." She began moving her hand up Weenus' forearm, rubbing it. "Especially when we're just beginning to get close."

"Yeah, I don't want that either," Weenus quietly said, still seeming conflicted.

'Time to go for the kill,' Alessia thought, as she leaned forward, giving Weenus a clear view down her shirt. "I bet you don't, Colby. Godfrey scares me. I'm worried that he's gonna take me out. That he'll separate us. I really don't want that to happen. I'm scared of that. I'm really scared."

Weenus' eyes grew wide like he just had a major revelation. "Oh, wait!" He excitedly told her as he fished around in his cargo pants pockets. Finding what he was looking for, he removed his immunity idol from one of his pockets and held it out for Alessia. Her eyes glinted hungrily as she stared down at the miniature wooden head of Chris. "I got this from the Pressure Cooker a few days ago! You should hold onto it! Godfrey won't take me out, so I'm not that worried about that. But if you're so worried, why not take it for yourself?"

'Idiot.' Alessia's eyes flew open in surprise at the idol. "Oh my god, Colby! I could never!"

He held the idol out towards Alessia again. "No, please, take it, Alessia!" Weenus insisted. "I want you to feel safe. And like I said, I don't need it."

Alessia slowly held her hand out as she lightly grasped the wooden idol, and brought it closer to herself. She stared at the wooden head in wonder as Weenus grinned happily.

"Amazing…." Alessia whispered to herself as she lightly turned the idol in her hands.

"It is, isn't it?" Weenus laughed.

Suddenly standing, Alessia ran over to the other side of the table and gave Weenus a passionate kiss. His eyes widened in shock as the streamer's lips crashed into his. After a few moments, Alessia removed her lips for Weenus' and grinned, as the stuntman held a large, goofy smile. "Thank you millions, Colby!" She sweetly said. "This is so amazing of you! I can never thank you enough!"

"Ha, any time….." Weenus happily trailed off.

"But, Colby, can you do me a big favor?" Alessia asked, to which the stuntman just nodded. "Don't tell anyone you gave this thing to me, okay? That'll just make people want to come after me. And you don't want that to happen, right?"

"No way, Alessia!" Weenus responded quickly.

"Good," she said with a sultry grin. "Because, if you don't tell anyone, there'll be more where that came from."

"Heck yeah," Weenus quickly celebrated under his breath, before again nodding. "Totally. It's a total secret."

"Perfect!" Alessia responded as she made her way back to her side of the table, and quickly picked up her new idol. "Well, Colby, this was so much fun, but I do have a few other things to do. Will I see you later?"

"You totally know it!" Weenus agreed with a big grin. "I can't wait to see you again!"

"I'm just gonna grab a few things for Marcellas, but I'll talk to you later. And don't forget, don't tell anyone I have the idol."

"You don't have the idol, for sure," Weenus confirmed as he stood from the table.

As he passed Alessia, she stopped him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you again, Colby. You're wonderful."

Face burning bright red, Weenus gave Alessia a quick wave as he made his way out of the mess hall, Alessia waving at him and following him with her eyes.

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Confessional: Alessia

The streamer holds her immunity idol aloft, staring at it longingly. "I really got it," She happily murmurs. "The idol." She then lifts her head and faces the camera. "I couldn't believe how easy it was, too. I knew that Weenus was a total rube, but to think all it took to get this thing was a single kiss and some nice words?" She rolls her eyes exasperatedly. "Sure, I had to actually kiss that pile of goo, but for this?" She holds the idol up again. "It's a fair tradeoff, I'd say!"

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"Come out, Marcellas," Alessia called. "He's gone."

The fashion-oriented teen crawled out from under the table, a look of awe on his face. "My god," he breathed. "You, Alessia, are an evil, evil, evil bitch."

She smirks smugly at that. "I am. And look what it got us." She then holds the idol towards Marcellas. "Beautiful, isn't it?"

Marcellas laughs as he eyes the idol. "I can't believe that moron just gave it up! Like, what the hell? What was he thinking?!"

Alessia laughed at that. "He wasn't thinking with his brain. It's the same tactic that I use when I stream, Marcellas. You make these loser guys feel special, and they'll throw you the whole world, and their whole bank account. I do it on Twitch, and I get thousands of dollars. But, this was, without a doubt, some of my best work."

"You should seriously consider getting into acting, Alessia," Marcellas gushed. "There were points when I was actually convinced you really liked him."

The streamer scrunched her face up at that. "Oh, god. Trust me, Marcellas, he disgusts me. I feel like I need to swallow a whole bottle of mouthwash just to get the taste out of my mouth." She then grins confidently. "But, thanks for the compliment, Marcellas. I'm glad to know that my audience of one thought I was convincing."

Crossing his arms, the fashion-minded teen then asked, "So, Boo. We have our idol. Weenus is under your control. What's our next move?"

"Simple," She answered. "First, we turned the girls against each other. Vivi is back to hating Liana, as it should be. We just have to sow those oats a bit more and make sure Vivi is squarely in our corner. Sure, Ji's gone, but we can still have our alliance with Vivi. Marcellas, you should talk to her at some point today, and get it confirmed. We can still go after Liana if she wants, I don't really care." She flippantly told him.

"That sounds good to me, Lessi," Marcellas nodded in agreement. "I'll talk to Vivi today."

"Good. Now, we have Colby on our side," Alessia continued. "With a little more magic, I can probably get us David too. And, I've started making Colby think he can't trust Godfrey, which he'll naturally tell to David. And where will that distrust of Godfrey push them?" She asked rhetorically.

"Right into our big new alliance!" Marcellas excitedly squealed, to which Alessia nodded in affirmation.

"Exactly. And, we can probably get John if we really need him. Offer him a final four spot, if we have to. Maybe even the final three. I don't really care about getting Vivi very far, and especially not Weenus. We just need him long enough to take out Godfrey, and a few stragglers until we can grab the majority."

"Oh, I just love that plan, Alessia. I never realized you were so deliciously evil. I love it!" Marcellas chattered to the streamer.

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Confessional: Marcellas

"Now, I can already imagine the words that you'll be saying about me." Marcellas then began to exaggeratedly throw around his arms as he began his rant. "Oh my god, Marcellas, why are you letting Alessia come up with these plans? You're not normally the person to let someone just make plans like this! Why are you being so subservient to Alessia right now?!"

He laughs. "It's simple! Why, yes, I DO want the Cali Connection to reach the Final Two, of course. But, I also wanna WIN this game, you know! So, when Alessia told me this plan to mind-control Colby, I had my own little dastardly plan of my own. The other campers are already gonna hate me and Lessi for what we did on this island to them, but why not make them hate Lessi more than me? Then, they'd be much less likely to help her win. And maybe, just maybe, they'll see me as the lesser of the two evils, and help me win!"

The fashion-minded teen laughs again. "See? I'm not all good looks, good clothes, and catty remarks. I can play this game too!"

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"Oh, I am. I wanna get us to the final two at any cost." The streamer held her pinkie finger out. "We're the Cali Connection. We break hearts and do what we want, and we're gonna win. No matter what, Marcellas."

"Oh, you know it, girl!" Marcellas laughed.

"Alright, I'm gonna take my Idol and hide it in my luggage. You go talk to Vivi, alright?" She asked, and Marcellas nodded in confirmation. "Good. We'll regroup later." As the pair left the mess hall, Alessia laughed lightly as she flipped the idol in her hands.

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Confessional: Alessia

"I'm well aware that this may not make me particularly popular," Alessia said into the confessional's camera, "and, if I'm being honest, I don't really care," She said with a roll of her eyes. "I'm here to win. Not play summer camp. If I have to make people mad at me, either in this game or outside of it, I couldn't even begin to care less. I've got my family, I've got Marcellas, and I have my money. That's all I need. And that's all I'll ever need. And if people hate me for it?" Alessia haughtily scoffs at the thought. "Well, I'll dry my eyes on my way to the bank to deposit my million-dollar check."

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At the basketball court, Brooke practiced her drills by herself, working out the frustrations and anxieties of the previous night's elimination.

'Ji's gone,' Brooke thought to herself happily. 'Ji's gone, and I was the one to do it. And, I feel like it was the right move. Maybe it's my brain making me think that, but you know what? I don't care,' She rambled mentally to herself as she drilled a three-point shot. 'My stay on this island's gonna be a hell of a lot more enjoyable now, and I don't worry about that damn snake on my heels every second.'

As she sat on the bleachers to take a breather and took a sip from her water bottle, her attention was caught by someone approaching from the corner of her eye. Turning, she saw it was Liana.

"Hey," Brooke greeted the gambler as she approached, and sat on the bleachers close to Brooke.

"Hi," Liana greeted back. "It's been a few days; how's the head?"

Brooke already felt her guard rising. "It's fine. Why? Did David say anything?" She asked in an agitated tone.

Curious, Liana raised an eyebrow. "If he did, I didn't hear anything about it. Why would he say anything about it?"

After taking a few moments, Brooke relaxed. "Don't worry about David, or what he may or may not have said. But, my head's fine. Thanks for asking." After a few moments where Liana didn't move, Brooke continued, "Well, I'm guessing you want something other than to find out how my head is?" At Liana's nod, Brooke crossed her arms. "Then shoot."

"Nice pun," She said with a stifled chuckle.

"I'm not going to dignify that a response," Brooke groaned with a roll of her eyes, which made Liana laugh before she continued.

"Well, I wanted to say thank you for not taking me out last night," Liana finally told the athlete. "There are quite a few people that want me to go, and you could have easily taken me out and allied with them. But you didn't, and I appreciate you keeping me in this game, Brooke. Truly."

Brooke waved her off. "Don't worry about it. Getting to take out Ji was much better for me in every way than bothering to take you out. And there's plenty more people I want to take out before you as well," she added.

"Like Godfrey?" Liana asked, a sly grin forming on the corners of her mouth. At hearing the charmer's name, Brooke's face scrunched up, like she had just smelled something unpleasant.

"You're right on that front," Brooke confirmed with a scowl. "That son of a bitch has been a thorn in my ass almost as long as Ji was. And, as much as I hated Ji, she wasn't as damn smug about it as he is."

"Hearing that Godfrey threw my name under the bus as your target, after we allied together and he helped me as much as he did was a shocker," Liana admitted. "I was really mad about that."

"Psh!" Brooke exhaled amusedly. "He's been pulling this crap since the start of the game. You just haven't been around to see it."

Liana sighed. "Now, that, I can imagine, Brooke."

"So, I'm guessing that Godfrey is your target now?" Brooke asked curiously, to which Liana nodded in confirmation.

"Right. At this point, Godfrey's just too dangerous to keep around. He already betrayed me, who's to say that I'm not his prime target right this second?" She asked. "And from what I've heard, he'd probably be able to find some way to get me out."

"Well, we're on the same page," Brooke announced. "I want him gone next, too. Like I said, he's just a pain in the ass."

Liana held out one of her hands at that. "Then, if I may be so bold, why don't we form an alliance? We're both competitive, athletic women. I think we can complement each other pretty well. In fact, you're the kind of person that I'd prefer to go to the end of this game with, Brooke. We'd both deserve it, and we'd make a great final two."

Staring at Liana's outstretched hand for a moment, Brooke then took and shook it with a grin. "Deal. We take Godfrey down together, and then we get to the final two." Brooke then smirked at Liana. "And I gotta agree with you, Liana. You'd definitely make fierce competition at the end of this thing. I wanna compete against the best of the best at the end of this game, and I think that's you."

"Thanks, Brooke," Liana said with a smile. Crossing her arms, she then asked, "So, we have us. But, you and I both know we're gonna need an army to actually take Godfrey's ass out. Do we have the numbers?"

"I think so," Brooke confirmed. "It's you and me, and I have Neda on my side too. I can maybe get David too."

"David?" Liana asked, eyebrow raised in surprise. "Isn't he in deep with Godfrey?"

"Not as deep as you think," Brooke revealed in reply. "He's told me that he's been wary of Godfrey since the Apollo elimination. In fact, he's in an alliance with me and Neda. He's been playing this game a bit more than you'd think, Liana."

"Hm….." Liana trailed off in thought. "I don't know. If he's in an alliance with the guy, who's to say that he won't rat on us?"

"Liana, I stand by David's trustworthiness," Brooke stated in reply, a serious look etched on her face. "Twice now, he's kept his word with me on important things. He's a good person. I'd trust him with anything in this game."

"Well," Liana shrugged, "If you're going to go to bat for him like that, then I have faith in him too. He's in." After taking a moment, Liana then asked, "And what about Neda?"

Brooke crossed her arms annoyedly. "What's the point of making an alliance if you're gonna nitpick my allies?"

"Because," Liana shot back, just as annoyed, "I want to make sure that these people that I'm getting into an alliance with don't immediately turn on me and leave a knife in my back. I want to be thorough."

"Fine," Brooke sighed. "Admittedly, I don't know as much about Neda as I do about David, but she has been very good to me since the start of the game. She's always had my back against Ji. When I joined up with Godfrey, Neda was the one not judging me, and the one who was helping me by offering to help target Ji. I like Neda, Liana."

Surprisingly, Liana nodded in agreement at that. "Good. That's the sort of thing I like to hear. I think David and Neda will work."

"So," Brooke asked then, a glint in her eye, "What about Wind and John?"

Now it was Liana's turn to take a harsh glare. "When my whole team was out to get me, Wind was the only person who told me that she was on my side. Not even John did that. Wind will be on our side. Of this, I can be a thousand percent certain."

"Fine, then Wind's in. What about John?" The athlete next questioned.

"He also voted to keep me in in the last pre-merge elimination," Liana told the taller girl. "But, he's shifty."

"Why have him in, then?" Brooke asked, confused.

"John will vote with the power, Brooke," Liana told her. "As long as he thinks he's safe, he'll be on our side."

"I don't like having someone like that on our side," Brooke groused. "He could blow the whole thing up."

"Me either," Liana fully admitted. "But, we need the votes. And as long as we're straight with him, I think it'll be okay."

'Plus, if you think I'm going into the final six without a third person on my side, you're insane,' Liana thought to herself.

"So," Brooke thought aloud, getting the conversation back onto their new potential alliance. "You, me, Neda, David, Wind, John. That's a solid-as-hell alliance, Liana."

"We just need to get it formed," Liana finished. "I'm guessing we should talk to our own alliance mates and try to get it formed."

"Works for me," Brooke agreed. "David will probably be a bit more cool about doing this if it's me talking to him, rather than you."

Liana nodded her agreement. "Totally. If we want him to fully turn, we gotta be careful with it."

"Well, should we get on that now?" Brooke asked, to which Liana nodded. "Good. I'll get right on that." Brooke then nodded. "And welcome to the club, Liana," She said with a smirk. "It'll be a pleasure getting to the final two with you."

Liana laughed at that. "Glad to be in business with you, too."

As Liana stood and walked away, and Brooke went back to shooting baskets, Brooke lightly laughed as she nailed another three-point shot.

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Confessional: Brooke

"Liana's a grade-A idiot if she really thinks I'm taking her to the final two!" She laughed aloud. "Sure, I respect her, but that's why I don't want her to get to the end with me. I battle people enough on the basketball court, why the hell would I do that in a game for a million dollars?"

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Confessional: Liana

"My main target right now is Godfrey," Liana told the camera with a serious look, arms crossed. "That won't change. But, once Godfrey goes? Brooke's next. I'd be a complete fool not to target her. I mean, look at her! I like to think of myself as an athletic person. I like to play soccer, and Ali and I do Doubles Tennis at our local country club. But Brooke? She's a professional athlete. Like, she's going to be a WNBA-level athlete. I have no chance against that. So, once Godfrey goes, she's next on the hit list. And after that, I can see the fallout from the alliance on my side. And if I can't?" Liana grinned. "I'm sure I'll work something out."

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"Alone at last," Godfrey said to himself with a sigh as he arrived at the old talent show stage. Climbing onto the stage and looking at the forest surrounding him, Godfrey's face scrunched in concentration. "Alright, let's see if I can't work this out."

As Godfrey began pacing the stage, he began to talk aloud to himself. "So Brooke ratted me out and exposed that I tried to get her to take out Liana. Now, Liana is mad at me for stabbing her in the back, and Brooke is still mad at me for what went down with the original alliance and Misha."

"Further, Brooke did this at the elimination ceremony, which was in front of everyone. So now, the entire camp knows that I tried to get Liana out through Brooke. So now I'm either public enemy number one to everyone, or persona non grata."

"Meanwhile," Godfrey continued rambling, "I can see David slowly drifting away, and at the same time, John tells me that he thinks that Alessia, and Marcellas by extension, are untrustworthy, and could be getting Weenus away from me too."

Stopping his slow walk, he looked up at the beautiful blue sky. "If all goes fully wrong, I could end up fully by myself, with no allies and a camp full of people that want to get rid of me at the soonest possible moment."

Godfrey then smirked. "Just the way I want it. Let's get to work."

"Try to keep up, Neda," John called back to the girl behind him, as they jogged through the woods. "Seems like you're slowing down."

Neda laughed at the artist's words. "Whatever you say, John!"

As the superfan caught up to him, John then said, "I never asked; how did that phone call you won from the Pressure Cooker go?"

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Confessional: John

"Like I said earlier," The artist told the camera in the confessional booth, "I'm trying to keep it cool during this particular challenge period. I already have a vote against me, so reminding people that I'm worth keeping around is my only priority."

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Neda beamed in happiness at the thought. "Oh, it was just so awesome. I heard from Yasmin, my oldest sister. We ended up talking about all sorts of stuff. I was just glad to hear from my family, John. It gave me a boost that I didn't know that I needed."

"That's nice," John responded with a nod, followed by a laugh. "In all honesty, I'm glad someone like you won that thing, Neda. If I won it, then they'd have to go through the whole production of finding one of my family members, and sometimes we Lanes make that particularly difficult on ourselves."

Neda then looked worried. "But, you did get that vote thing. How is that going for you?" She asked.

The artist just shrugged. "It sucks, honestly. Who's to say that everyone here doesn't just band together and decide that I'm expendable since I've already got one against me?"

"Well, I'd never vote for you, John," Neda told the artist with a smile. "I like our morning runs too much."

John chuckled at that. "Well, that's nice of you. But, not everyone else is as fond of me as you are, so I still gotta watch my back. I'm just trying to avoid making anyone mad at me. Not give anyone a reason to target me, you know?"

"That's smart," Neda admitted. "If I was in your position, I'd do the same thing."

"Plus," John continued, "I'm gonna try my damnedest to win immunity in the next challenge. No better way to guarantee myself safety than immunity."

"Maybe you'll get lucky," Neda began laughing, "And our next challenge will be an art one."

John chuckled again at that. "Now that'd be a lucky break."

As the two laughed as they rounded the corner out of the woods to emerge back in camp, Neda and John were surprised that Liana and Brooke were waiting for them by the flagpole. Seeing the two emerge from the forest, they quickly approached them.

"Hey," Liana greeted the pair. "We wanted to talk to you guys really quickly."

"You want to do that now?" John asked. "We're all smelly and sweaty after our run."

Brooke laughed at that. "Like I've never talked to anyone after a basketball game before, John?"

"Alright, that was a weak point," John acquiesced. "What's up, you two?"

"As Liana said, we just wanted to talk to you guys really quick," Brooke said in reply. "Can we just get a little bit into the forest? We don't want anyone else to overhear."

"Fine with me," Neda told the pair, which John echoed with just a nod. "Let's go."

The four made their way a little bit into the woods. Finding a suitable spot just off the trail, Liana quickly spoke. "I'm not going to beat around the bush with this," she told the two. "Me and Brooke are forming an alliance. We want to target Godfrey, and we thought the two of you would be good to bring in."

Neda and John exchanged glances with each other for a moment, before John turned and spoke. "Why us two?"

"Liana and I both talked about people we trusted to bring into this, and we both thought that you and Neda would be perfect fits for this, John," Brooke told the artist. "Liana trusts you, and I trust Neda. And we'll all learn to trust each other in due time."

"Is it just us four?" Neda asked curiously, to which Liana shook her head.

"We're planning on getting David and Wind in this too," Brooke revealed to Neda with a knowing look. At that, John also turned and looked at Neda, and gave her the barest of nods.

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Confessional: Neda

"So let me get this straight," Neda began. "We're going to form an alliance with Brooke, Liana, John, Wind, and David. Of this alliance, I'm already in alliances with Brook and David, as well as Wind and John."

She then widely grinned. "It sounds to me like little old Neda is going to have at least three layers of protection for herself. Just the way I like it!" She finished with a giggle.

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"Well, I for one can't think of a reason not to do it!" Neda remarked. "I'm in!" She then looked expectantly over at the artist at her side. "John?"

After a few moments, John shrugged. "Why not? I like the sound of it. I'm in."

Liana grinned. "Great!" She then held out her hand for the pair to shake. "Welcome to the club, you two."

When John made no inclination to shake her hand, she then switched it towards Neda, who, for a moment, grew a panicked look on her face. "Oh! Um, no offense, but I'm all sweaty and I really don't want to touch anyone until I get showered, it may sound silly but it's just something I'm weird about, no offense meant, okay?" She rambled.

John, Brooke, and Liana looked at the girl curiously but seemed to accept her reasoning as Liana withdrew her offered appendage. "Well, if it bothers you that much, we won't keep you any longer. Go on you guys," Brooke told them.

Without a word, Neda bolted away as the three watched.

"She's a little strange, isn't she?" John asked as he crossed his arms and leaned his weight onto one leg.

"Coming from you, John?" Brooke asked amused. "That's pretty rich. You're much stranger than she is."

He smirked at her. "And you're a little tall."

As Neda entered the bathroom, she stopped in front of the mirror, gathered her thoughts, and caught her breath. Taking a few moments, she looked in the mirror and frowned at the look of fear etched on her face.

"Dammit, I can't let this crap get to me," she muttered as she lowered her gaze to stare at her hands. Vigorously shaking her head, she then turned the faucet on and splashed her face with water.

"Yasmin is right. I can't keep getting upset about this, but….I just can't help it." Taking one last look in the mirror, she sighed disappointedly before she turned and went to turn on the shower.

"Hello, Vivi."

The rocker looked up from her guitar as she sat on the edge of her bed to see Wind standing in front of her, a small smile on her face.

"Hey," She shortly remarked, looking back down at her guitar, and continued to tune it.

"How are you doing today?" The hippie asked as she sat down next to Vivi.

"Fine."

After a few moments of silence, Wind spoke once more. "What is your favorite acoustic song?"

That question seemed to get the rocker's interest, as she stopped tuning her guitar and her face grew one of concentration.

"There's a lot to choose from," Vivi finally spoke after a few moments of thought. "You can technically do any song acoustically, but in terms of the actual acoustic music, Patience by Guns n' Roses is my favorite. And even though David Bowie is way too pop for my liking, The Man Who Sold The World is pretty good too. Especially the version by Nirvana."

"Interesting!" Wind replied. "Do you perform those songs when you do concerts and such?"

"Nah," Vivi replied. "I mainly save that stuff for when I'm in private. My shows tend to be a bit louder than that." She then grinned. "A bit more rockin', y'know?"

"What are some of the songs that you perform?" Wind once again asked.

"Why do you care?" Vivi asked, a bit harsher than she intended.

Vivi's tone, however, didn't seem to phase the hippy whatsoever. "I don't go to many concerts, let alone rock concerts," the hippy lightly laughed. "I enjoy learning about the lives and passions of my fellow campers. I've learned about professional wrestling from Sammy, very much about art from John, Alessia has taught me much about how online streaming works and Colby has…tried to teach me about what he does."

Vivi snorted a laugh. "It'd be hard to understand why that doofus does what he does."

"He told me because it made him happy. It was much the same answer for Sammy and John." Wind then looked troubled for a moment. "Alessia seemed to be much more concerned about the money she makes from her streaming, but I digress." Turning back to Vivi, she finished, "And I assume that your music makes you happy."

Vivi lightly smiled at that. "You could say that. Hell, I'd say it's just about the only thing that makes me happy. To get up on that stage, guitar in hand, and hearing the crowd…It's a thrill I'm addicted to."

"It's wonderful that you have something like that to put your all into," Wind commented.

"My music is everything to me," Vivi continued, seemingly in her own world. "It's all I have. All I can rely on. I gave up everything to follow my passion, my art, and my love. Everything."

She then looked at Wind. "That's why I don't give up, Wind. It's because I can't give up. I can't go crawling back to where I once was. I'd rather die."

Before Wind could retort, a knock on the door drew the girls' attention. Marcellas poked his head in and grinned. "Oh, hi Wind!" He happily greeted as he entered the cabin.

"Hello, Marcellas," Wind echoed. "Me and Vivi were just chatting. You're welcome to join us if you wish."

The fashion-minded teen put his hands together apologetically. "Oh, Wind! I'm so sorry, but I was wondering if I could talk to Vivi in private for a minute?"

"Oh, of course," Wind replied as she stood and walked towards the door. "I hope to speak to the both of you soon." And with that, Wind departed the cabin, leaving Vivi and Marcellas alone.

"That girl is so sweet, isn't she?" Marcellas gushed about Wind.

"More like nosy," Vivi scoffed. "I wish she wouldn't bother me."

"Vivi!" Marcellas gasped, appalled. "You don't really mean that, do you?"

Vivi just scowled instead of giving an answer. "What the hell do you want, Marcellas?"

Sensing the girl's hostility rising, Marcellas decided to get straight to the point. "I was talking with Alessia, and she said that she'd be happy to keep that alliance that you had with us going. We were even still down to take out Liana first if that was what you still wanted to do."

Vivi just grew more annoyed at Liana's name. "Damn right, I still wanna take Liana out." She then looked at Marcellas. "Go ahead and tell Alessia the alliance is still on."

"Awesome!" Marcellas cheered before he knelt down next to Vivi. "And to keep you clued in, we're working on getting a few more members, too. Alessia put in a ton of work on Colby today, and we should have his vote too!"

Vivi just nodded at that. "Good. We'll need the numbers."

"Attention, everyone!" Chris' voice suddenly blared from the loudspeaker outside of the cabins. "It's challenge time! So, make your way over to the mess hall for our next big competition!"

"Well, let's get this over with," Vivi groaned as she stood and put her guitar back in its case on the top of her bunk.

"What do you think it'll be?" Marcellas asked as he and Vivi left the cabin together.

"As long as Liana doesn't win, I couldn't care less."

With everyone gathered in the mess hall for the challenge, Chris gave them all an enthusiastic greeting. "Hello, campers, and welcome to today's challenge!" The host was standing next to two dual podiums, both with an inactive red button on each. "This challenge will be very simple, so here are the rules."

Chris motioned to the two podiums. "I hope you've been paying attention to the challenges because today's challenge is all about what's been happening in our challenges up to this point. Today's challenge is a Q and A! I'll be up here, reading off questions that have been related to our challenges thus far on Total Drama Island: Rewritten. When I finish reading the question, and not before, when you think you have the answer, you'll press the button on your podium. You have to have pressed your button first to get the shot at answering the question."

At that, Chris pressed the button on the podium closest to him, and the light on top of it lit up red. "If you get the answer right, you will stay in the game, and you'll get to choose the next two people to compete in the challenge. If you're wrong, you get eliminated, and the next two competitors will be chosen at random. We'll go until there's one person left, and we have a winner who will have individual immunity! Sounds good everyone?"

He was given multiple nods of understanding. "Perfect. Then, let's get this show on the road." Reaching his hand into a glass jar with the camper's names, and pulled out a slip. "Our first competitor is…Liana!"

Upon hearing her name, the gambler made her way up to the first podium and stood behind it, a focused look on her features. "And our second is…Vivi!"

Vivi harshly scowled and leveled a glare squarely at Liana as the rocker stalked towards the other empty podium. Taking her spot, Chris took out a large pile of notes and read off the first question. "First question: What was Godfrey's point total in the archery challenge?"

Though both girls leaped at their buttons, it was Vivi who got to it first, as her podium's light lit up. Liana frowned in disappointment as a smug smile grew on the rocker's face. "Godfrey got 50 total."

"That's correct, Vivi," Chris confirmed. "Which means that sorry, Liana, you're the first one out of the competition." He then gestured to a nearby empty lunch table. "Take a seat there."

"Darn," Liana groaned in disappointment. "Good job, Vivi," she then told the rocker.

Vivi didn't say anything back to the gambler, rather just glaring hatefully into the other girl's eyes. Liana looked surprised at the reaction that Vivi gave her as she sat down at the table for eliminated campers.

"And, Vivi, who're you picking for this next?" The host asked.

Scanning the gathered competitors, she declared, "Godfrey and Weenus."

"Alright, you two, you've been chosen, get up here!" The host told the two, and they quickly made their way to the podiums.

"Good luck, man," Godfrey told the stuntman after they stood in front.

"And you too!" Weenus told his charming friend.

"And here's the question; True or False, Misha smashed all of her plates with the slingshot before Vivi smashed the vases and found her key in the Obstacle Course."

Before Weenus could even go for it, Godfrey had pressed his button, causing his light to illuminate.

"And Godfrey pressed his button first!" Chris announced. "What's your answer, Godfrey?"

"True," the charmer confidently said, a grin still plastered on his face.

"Oh, sorry, that was wrong, Godfrey," Chris apologetically said. "You're out of the competition."

"Ah, oh well," Godfrey unconvincingly complained as he made his way next to Liana and sat down. "Good to see you, Liana," Godfrey said with a grin. "We haven't gotten to talk since before the latest elimination."

"That's by design, Godfrey," Liana snarkily told him as she crossed her arms annoyedly and looked away from him.

"Since Godfrey was wrong, that means you, Weenus, are still in the competition," Chris told the stuntman.

"Wow, cool," Weenus laughed as he sat back down at the table with still-active competitors.

"And, meanwhile, we'll be picking our next two competitors at random. And they are…." Chris reached back into the bowl and produced two slips of paper. "...Alessia and John!"

The pair made their way up to the podiums, and Alessia smiled at John. "May the best one of us win, John!" She giggled at him.

"No offense," John told her as he readied himself at his podium, "But I already have a vote against me. I need to win this one, Alessia."

"Question Three: Who was eliminated first in the Paintball challenge? Misha, or Ji?" Chris asked next.

John reached his button first, the light quickly shining a bright red. "It's Misha," he responded with arms crossed.

"Good job, you're correct, John!" Chris announced. "And sorry Alessia, but you're out."

"I guess you did want it more than I did, John!" Alessia said with a wink. John just rolled his eyes at her as Alessia made her way to the table and sat next to Liana.

"And, who's competing next, John?" the host asked.

"Weenus and Marcellas, you two are up," was the artist's answer as he sat back down, as his two named campers made their way to the podium.

"And here's the question for you: In our first competition on the first day, who did the majority of the campers say was more likely to survive spending a month in the woods? Wind or Misha?

Marcellas grinned when his button lit up first. "The majority said my girl, Wind would be able to!" He confidently said.

"And you are correct!" Chris announced, before turning towards the stuntman. "Weenus, you know where to go."

A little too excitedly, Weenus made his way towards the table, and toward one of the eliminated contestants in particular, which made Marcellas grin happily.

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Confessional: Marcellas

Marcellas is laughing heartily in the booth. "My goodness!" He chokes out as he wipes a tear from his eye. "Lessi has Colby so down bad that it actually hurts to watch! That girl truly is scary!"

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"Okay, Marcellas, who's gonna be competing next?" The host asked the fashion-minded teen.

Looking over at the remaining campers, he announced, "Brooke and David!"

As everyone made their way to their destinations, Weenus plopped down next to Alessia. "Hi," He happily said to her. "How are you?"

"Now that you're here, Colby, I'm much, much better," she sweetly told him quietly.

"I'm much better sitting next to you, too," he whispered with a grin.

As the two conversed, Godfrey sat nearby, miffed.

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Confessional: Godfrey

The charmer unhappily sits in the confessional booth, with a frown on his face. "All I can think is what John told me about that girl, man," he tells the camera. "I think that my boy's getting played. I don't have the proof, but I just have a gut feeling that Alessia is messing with Weenus. I need to have a chat with him later on."

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"I hope you know that I'm not throwing this one to you, Brooke," David lightly whispered as they stood next to each other at their podiums.

That made the basketball phenom laugh lightly. "I wouldn't want you to, David," she whispered right back.

"Alright, Brooke, David, here is your question," Chris said aloud as he pulled out a notecard. "In the Pressure Cooker, what prize did Wind receive?"

Although both competitors shot their hands toward their buttons, the athlete managed to get hers just a fraction of a second earlier than David, as her light lit up red. "Wind didn't win anything," She told the host.

The campers chuckled at Wind's prize, or lack thereof, as Chris nodded in acceptance. "You're correct, Brooke! Sorry David, but you're out of this thing."

The chef just good-naturedly shrugged as he stood to move to the table of eliminated campers. "Good job Brooke!" He then asked, "So, who's going to compete next?"

"Vivi and Marcellas," she said without hesitation as she made her way back towards the table.

"Again already, Brooke?" Marcellas asked aloud. Brooke said nothing to him as he and Vivi took their spots at the podiums.

Meanwhile, David sat next to Godfrey. "Hey, Godfrey, what's up?" Seeing the look of consternation on the charmer's face, David's own grin faltered. "Is everything good, dude?"

Godfrey shook his head. "No, David. Everything is not good."

"What's wrong?" David asked, concern clear in his voice.

"I think we're losing Weenus, David," Godfrey told him. "Alessia is playing our boy."

"Alessia?" David replied, confused. "No, she's into him, man," David then told the charmer. "I even helped her make the food for her and Weenus' date."

Godfrey shook his head. "No. John said that Alessia was untrustworthy. He was on her team, so he'd know better than we would."

The pair looked at Weenus laughing at something Alessia said from ahead of them. "I'm going to talk to Weenus later today, David. After the competition," Godfrey then told him. "I'd appreciate it if you were there with me. I still want the Agency to get to the end, and that's not gonna happen if Alessia is poisoning our boy."

David shrugged. "I mean, if you want, Godfrey. Alessia has always been cool to me, but it couldn't hurt to ask him, I guess."

"Sorry Vivi, but that wasn't the correct answer!" Chris announced, snapping the two from their conversation. "That means that you're out of the competition."

Vivi grumbled annoyedly as she made her way towards the increasing number of eliminated campers, and sat down as Chris procured two more names. "And now, we'll have Neda and Wind compete."

The pair of girls quickly made their way up to the podium, as Chris began reading his next question. "True or false? Weenus was eliminated from the Pressure Cooker before John."

Neda's light lit up first, showing that she had gotten hers pressed first. "That's false," she announced.

"And that's correct," Chris told her, as Wind made her way toward the elimination table without even needing to be asked. "Who will be competing next?" He then asked.

Neda giggled. "There's not a whole lot of us left!" She said aloud. "But…..how about John and Marcellas?"

Neda's chosen campers made their way up to the podium. "And here's your question; In our obstacle course challenge, who managed to get out of the army crawl portion first? Wind, or Weenus?"

Both campers took a few extra precious seconds before pressing the button before Marcellas pressed his first. "It was Weenus?" He answered, seemingly asking more than saying.

"Sorry, Marcellas, but that's incorrect. It was Wind who got out first." He explained.

"Dammit," Marcellas groused as he made his way toward the table of eliminated campers.

"You did so good, Marcellas!" Alessia gushed as he sat next to her.

"Yeah, Marcellas," Weenus agreed as well. "You did great!"

"Aw, thanks, besties!" Marcellas laughed.

"Alright, John!" Chris explained to him as the artist still stood at his podium. "Brooke and Neda are the last two campers left. So, they will compete next. Then, you will compete against whoever wins between those two to determine our winner."

"Sounds good to me," The artist shrugged as he made his way to his now-empty table, as Brooke and Neda made their way to the podium.

"May the best woman win, Neda," Brooke grinned at her as they readied themselves for their next question.

"Alright, Neda and Brooke, whoever gets this question right goes right to the last round against John. Are you two ready?" Chris asked, to which he received a pair of nods in confirmation. Accepting the girls' nods, he then pulled out the notecard with his question on it.

"True or false? In our archery competition, Wind scored a total of 90 points for her team."

Brooke's light flashed on first. "That's true," She said aloud.

"Correct!" Chris confirmed to her. "Brooke, stay up there. And John, take Neda's spot."

"Good luck, you two!" Neda told the two as she made her way towards the table of eliminated campers, while John sauntered towards Neda's old podium.

"Good luck, John," Brooke told the artist.

"No offense, Brooke, but this is more than luck," John told the taller athlete. "I've already got a vote against me. I need this more than you do."

Brooke lowered her eyes at him, glinting with a competitive fire. "Then, good luck beating me, Lane."

"Okay, you two," Chris began. "Whoever gets this right will win immunity from tonight's campfire ceremony. Are you two ready?" At the question, both John and Brooke nodded their heads, arms tensed to press the button. "Okay, then, here's your last question." The host then pulled out his final notecard. "True or False? In our very first challenge, in the tiebreaker answer, David was within 1,000 seconds of the true time we'd been on Wawanakwa."

Two buttons were pressed. One red light went off.

"And what's your answer?" Chris anxiously asked the person who got it first.

"False," They said aloud, full of confidence.

Chris looked down at his notecard and scrutinized their answer. After a moment, Chris put the note cards back in his pocket. "That is correct! Congratulations, Brooke! You've won immunity!"

John sighed in disappointment as Brooke pumped her fist victoriously. "Good job, Brooke," John told her, the disappointment dripping from his tone.

"No hard feelings, John?" Brooke asked as the two made their way from their podiums.

"No, you were just faster. Can't do anything about that," was his reply.

Leaning in close, Brooke whispered, "Don't worry. We're an alliance. I've got your back."

"Cool."

"Congrats, Brooke!" Chris said aloud as the athlete and artist sat down. "You've won immunity. This means you're safe from elimination tonight. As for the rest of you…." Chris scanned his eyes over the 10 remaining campers. "One of your games ends tonight. Good luck! We're done for now!" Chris laughed as he left through the kitchen door, leaving the campers to determine who would leave their midst next.

"Colby, man, me and David wanna talk to you for a minute."

Weenus looked up as he was leaving the mess hall after the challenge to see Godfrey and David behind him. "Sure, guys!" He happily chattered. "What's up?"

"I wanna talk in our cabins if that's okay," Godfrey told him back, his voice carrying a clear, serious tone.

"Oh, sounds good!" Weenus remarked as the three quickly made their way toward the empty male cabin. Godfrey, having got there first, poked his head inside, and was relieved to see that there weren't any other occupants inside.

"Perfect," he murmured to himself as David and Weenus followed him into the cabin. Shutting the door behind him, Weenus happily flopped down on his bed.

"So, what's up man?" Weenus asked the pair.

"Alessia is using you," Godfrey bluntly told the stuntman.

That remark hit Weenus like a slap across the face. "What the heck?" He asked aloud, surprised. "What's that all about?" Weenus looked over at David, who just shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm sorry man, but that girl's trouble," Godfrey continued. "She's trying to split up the Agency. That can't happen."

Growing defensive, Weenus shot back, "No she's not! She'd never do that!"

"John said that he didn't trust her, Weenus," Godfrey dispassionately told the stuntman, crossing his arms. "He told me so himself."

Now, Weenus was starting to get frustrated. "So you trust John over me?" He angrily asked.

"When it comes to things like this, yes." Godfrey nodded.

"Godfrey, aren't you being a little harsh, man?" David asked, sensing the growing anger in the room. "Maybe you're wrong about this one?"

"No. I'm not." He countered sharply. "I'm being honest. And sometimes, honesty hurts."

"You're just jealous!" Weenus suddenly shouted. "You're mad that Alessia is more into me than you are, Godfrey! That's what this is! You're just mad that someone likes me more than you!"

"Wrong." Godfrey harshly admonished. "Alessia does not like you. She's using you, man."

"NO SHE'S NOT!" Weenus screamed. "Alessia likes me for me! She said it! She even kissed me! She has asked nothing of me, or about you guys! She hasn't asked anything of me! She didn't even ask for my Idol! I gave it to her because she was scared of you coming after her, Godfrey! And it looks like she was right, you bastard!"

The cabin grew silent as a crypt. All three boys' eyes were wide in sheer shock at what Weenus had just admitted in his anger.

"You…..gave her your immunity idol?" David asked, floored.

"Yeah, I did," Weenus adamantly admitted. "And it was the right thing to do. She said that Godfrey wanted to take her out. He's proven it now."

"Dammit, Weenus, how could you be so foolish?" Godfrey admonished the stuntman, anger clear in his voice. "You gave her exactly what she wanted!"

"No, I didn't," Weenus mumbled, his voice suddenly filled with sadness. "She likes me. For me. I wish you two would recognize that. But, you can't. I thought we were boys. But, I guess not anymore."

And with that, Weenus turned and left the cabin.

Static

Confessional: David

The Newfie teen sighs sadly. "I feel so bad. On the one hand, this really sucks because Weenus has told me a few times that not many women are interested in him. And my boy is such a good guy! He deserves a girl that cares about him. Not an evil witch!" He then leans his head back. "But, I know what it's like to finally get that attention after craving it so much. It's intoxicating. I understand why he is fighting us so much. But, we're just doing this for his sake.

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Silence reigned over the men's cabin for a few moments, before Godfrey sighed. "She needs to go. That much is clear."

"You're right," David admitted. "She has his idol. That's what Alessia was after. And she tried to get me, too!" David growled. "Yeah, she needs to get out of here."

"But, how can we do that?" Godfrey asked aloud, sounding depressed. "She already has the idol.

A knock suddenly came from the cabin's front door.

"Hi, Vivi," Liana said to her rocker roommate as she entered the girl's cabin. The girl in question was just lying on her bed, hands behind her head, eyes closed in relaxation. At the voice calling her name, her eyes opened, and when she caught sight of the intruder, she merely scowled and closed her eyes once more.

Sighing, Liana walked past Vivi's bed, into the bathroom. When Liana was past her, Vivi opened her eyes once more and leveled a harsh glare squarely at the back of the gambler's head as she washed her hands. When Liana looked up from the sink, she caught sight of the rocker's look in the mirror and sighed as she turned and made her way out of the bathroom. "I'll see you around," Liana told the rocker, trying to keep a facade of friendliness.

"Don't talk to me, bitch."

Any friendliness that Liana may have had in that moment evaporated in an instant, as she whirled around and leveled a stare directly at the still-prone rocker. "What the hell did you just say?" The gambler angrily retorted as Vivi shifted her weight and sat upright.

"Don't talk to me," she repeated slowly. A smug smirk grew across her face, Vivi relished the part that came next. "Bitch."

"What the hell is your problem?!" Liana screamed, her face instantly growing bright red in anger. "I haven't done anything to you! I thought we were past this kindergarten crap, Vivi!"

Vivi shot right out of her bed and got right in Liana's face, her own face growing red in anger as well. "Shut the hell up!" Vivi shouted right into her face. "Stop acting so goddamn high and mighty around me, Liana!"

"What are you TALKING about?" Liana raged. "I'm just being nice to you! And you're being a little whiny baby in response! GET OVER YOURSELF!"

"Don't you dare tell me to do anything!" Vivi bellowed. "After what I've heard about you, you have zero goddamn right to EVER tell me to do ANYTHING! So take that sanctimonious act you love using on me, and stick it up your ass, Liana!"

"Heard about ME?" The gambler retorted. "What the hell are you even talking about?!"

"Don't play stupid!" Vivi roared. "You know damn well what you've said about me! And to think that after all that stuff, you'd STILL try to act all buddy-buddy with me! Alessia and Marcellas were right, you DO think you're better than everyone else!" Vivi got a dangerous look in her eyes as she thrust a black-painted nail directly into Liana's chest. "And those kinds of people are the ones I hate the absolute most. So, get the hell out of my sight."

"What?!" Liana asked, confused. "I've NEVER said anything about you, Vivi!"

Vivi scoffed. "Don't lie, Liana. I'm not falling for it. Not anymore."

"No, Vivi!" Liana said back, realizing what was happening. "Don't you see? Alessia and Marcellas said that stuff to get you mad at me! And it worked! Those two are playing you! Playing us against each other! That's exactly what those two wanted!"

Vivi remained quiet, analyzing what Liana was saying. "But why would Alessia do that?" Vivi asked, sounding confused.

"Because," Liana explained, "If we're in here, arguing with and getting mad at each other, it means that we're not out there, getting mad at her."

Vivi was silent. "...You swear that you never said anything bad about me?" She asked.

"Alessia is a big liar, Vivi," Liana nodded. "I never said anything about you."

Vivi was hesitant for a few moments. "...I don't trust you," Vivi then admitted. "I just don't."

Liana frowned at the rocker's words, but she then continued. "But, I trust Marcellas and Alessia even less. So, for now, I guess we're allied."

Liana lightly smiled. "Cool."

"So, dammit," Vivi groaned. "What's the plan here?"

"I have an idea," Liana muttered, "But I really don't like it."

"If it means we can get out Alessia, Liana, I wanna do it," Vivi defiantly told her. "This can't wait. I don't care if you don't like it, just tell me."

"Godfrey," Liana told her. "We can ask Godfrey for help."

Vivi scoffed. "That's your big plan?" She asked, clearly unimpressed. "Why're you acting like you're playing with a bomb?" She then questioned. "We'll just do it."

"Because playing with Godfrey is like playing with a bomb," the gambler groaned. "He's the shiftiest bastard here. You never know where he stands, Vivi. He's dangerous. He was working with me, and then tried to get me out of here at the last elimination."

Vivi shrugged. "So?" She condescendingly asked. "Who cares? Let's just get him and get that bitch out of here."

After a moment, Liana sighed. "Fine. Let's go."

As the girls left the cabin, they saw Weenus running away from the guy's cabin and into the mess hall. Giving each other curious looks, went up the cabin stairs and knocked on their door.

After a few seconds, a haggard-looking David opened it. "Oh, Liana, Vivi, heya," He mumbled as the girls stepped in, and saw Godfrey sitting on the edge of his bed, deep in thought.

"Damn, what happened?" Vivi snidely asked. "Who died?"

"We've just learned some troubling information," Godfrey told the pair with a deep sigh.

"Same reason that Weenus was high-tailing it into the mess hall when we were coming up?" Vivi inquired, and Godfrey responded with a nod.

"We got into an argument with Weenus over Alessia," Godfrey explained.

'Alessia?!' Vivi thought, shocked. 'This chick is causing problems all over the place! Damn it!'

"How funny," Liana humorously chuckled. "We've had our own problems with her, too."

That surprised David. "What?!" He shouted in shock.

"'Fraid so," Vivi confirmed. "Seems like Alessia's been making life unfun for everyone here."

"And that's why Vivi and I are here, Godfrey," Liana added. "We wanna get her out, and as loath as I am to admit it, I need your help."

"My help?" Godfrey asked snidely. "Why me of all people? Why not any of the other people, like Brooke?"

Liana sighed. "Because, Godfrey, you get results. And we need yours and David's votes tonight."

"While I thank you for the vote of confidence, there's nothing to be done tonight," Godfrey announced. "Weenus gave Alessia his immunity idol."

The girls gasped in surprise at that. "That idiot did WHAT?" Liana shouted in surprise.

"You heard him," David simply replied. "She's got an idol. She's safe for at least tonight."

"Dammit!" Vivi frustratedly snapped. "That idiot! Now the bitch has an idol, and we can't do anything about it."

After a few moments, David's eyes widened in surprise. "Wait….." He said aloud, gathering the attention of the room's occupants. "I think I have a plan!" As the three gathered close, David began rattling off his potential plan. And by the satisfied smiles on Godfrey, Liana, and Vivi's faces, they were happy with David's plan too.

Wiping away tears, Weenus burst into the mess hall. His wet eyes scanned the tables, he instantly found who he had been looking for, and quickly made his way toward her.

"Colby?" Alessia asked, surprise clear in the streamer's tone. "What are you doing here?" Seeing the look on his face, she then asked, "And are you alright?"

Sat with Alessia was her ever-present friend. "Yeah, Colby," Marcellas worriedly echoed as he saw the stuntman's state. "What's wrong, big guy?"

Trying his hardest to compose himself, Weenus could only say, "I'm so sorry, I messed up!"

The pair quickly stood and guided Weenus to an empty seat by the shoulders. As they sat him down, Alessia sternly told him, "Colby, breathe. Why are you sorry? What did you do?"

"I really messed up, Alessia, I really did, I'm so sorry," was all Weenus could mumble as he hyperventilated.

Alessia gently took him by his hands. "Colby. Honey. It's okay." She brought his knuckles to his lips and kissed them. "Just tell me what happened."

Marcellas watched in awe as the pink-haired streamer went to work, getting the stuntman to calm down. 'She really is too good at manipulating these guys,' the fashion-minded teen thought in awe. 'Like putty in her hands.'

"Well…." Weenus began, "After the challenge, David and Godfrey cornered me, saying that they wanted to talk to me. They're my boys, you know? So I went with them."

"And then?" Alessia urged, clearly getting impatient.

"So, we went into the cabin, and Godfrey immediately turned on me! He was bad-mouthing you like crazy!" Weenus complained. At this, Alessia's features darkened as she turned and shared a glance with Marcellas, who shared an equal look of annoyance.

'Dammit!' Alessia internally raged. 'Godfrey figured us out ALREADY? And David was there too! Damn, damn damn! If Godfrey got to him before I did, then I assume he's lost. But damn!'

"And, I tried to defend you!" Weenus continued. "I really did. I got really mad at Godfrey for slandering you. He said that John told him-"

"Wait!" Marcellas suddenly interrupted. "John? As in, John Lane? Our resident artist, and my bunkmate, John Lane?"

"Yeah," Weenus confirmed. "Godfrey said that John already told him stuff about how you were untrustworthy and stuff, Alessia. But I didn't believe it!" He quickly added. "I thought John was lying!"

"Don't worry," Alessia growled, glowing hot with anger. "John is a liar. And I'm gonna make sure he gets what's coming. We all will."

"Lessi, John has a vote already tonight!" Marcellas suddenly announced. "Let's just do that!"

"Done," Alessia agreed, still fuming.

"I'm on your side, too!" Weenus added. "John's the reason all this stuff started! I wanna get him out too!"

"We'll get him out," Alessia fumed. "Tonight. I swear it."

"We'll figure the votes out later," Marcellas interrupted, and added, "Colby, we need the rest of what happened, boo."

Weenus then looked ashamed. "Well, anyway, so I was defending you, and stuff, and talking about the stuff we talked about on the date. And, well, I….said I gave you my idol."

Marcellas and Alessia's eyes flew open in shock as they reeled from the news.

"YOU WHAT?" Alessia screeched directly at Weenus, eyes bulging. "YOU TOLD THEM ABOUT THE IDOL!?"

Like a small child, all Weenus could say was, "I'm sorry."

"Alessia, girl," Marcellas suddenly came in as he grabbed the girl by the shoulders to get her attention away from Weenus. "Let's look at this thing in the big picture."

"What the hell are you talking about, Marcellas?!" Alessia continued to screech angrily. "It's all messed up now!"

"Lessi. Relax." Marcellas told her firmly. That finally seemed to get through the streamer's blind rage, as she slowly began to calm down. "Listen. Think of it this way, Lessi. They already know we have the idol now. You know what that means? It means they won't waste time even bothering with us!"

Weenus now looked confused. "Marcellas, what're you talking about?" Marcellas lightly rolled his eyes as he answered Weenus' question.

"Since they know we have the idol, Weenus, they know that they have no reason to target us, because we'll just nullify the votes whenever we want to, and they'll be forced to lose a number of their own, giving us that little bit more of an advantage," The fashion-minded teen explained. "So, they'll just waste their time going after each other, and we'll get to keep on going!"

As the two sat and absorbed Marcellas' words, Alessia's anger faded and turned into a sly grin. "Marcellas, you're right!" She laughed. "Now, they won't even bother wasting their time going after us! Because they all know we have the idol! They'll have to lose one of their own before they can even get one of us out! It's brilliant!" Alessia tightly hugged her friend as the pair laughed. "You're such a smart bitch!"

"So, you're not mad at me, right?" Weenus timidly asked, gathering the pair's attention.

"Oh, of course not, Colby," Marcellas told him, a grin on his face still. "We're not perfect, we all make mistakes."

"Marcellas is right," Alessia said as she crouched in front of him once more. "I'm sorry that I got upset, honey. But he's totally right. It's not the ideal spot, but considering the whole thing, we're still in a good position. I'm not mad at you."

Weenus widely grinned. "Awesome!" He happily said as he hugged Alessia. Sighing, Alessia gave the boy a hug, and a kiss on the cheek.

"It just goes to show that Godfrey isn't your friend here, Colby," She whispered into his ear. "I am. Me and Marcellas are looking out for you, and we're gonna get to the end of this thing, together. The three of us."

Released from the hug, Weenus sighed in relief. "I'm so glad we got that worked out, you two! I can't wait to keep going on this thing with you two."

"And we can't, either!" Marcellas gushed.

"Well, I guess that's it," Weenus shrugged. "I guess I'll catch you around."

"Oh, Colby!" Marcellas suddenly shouted. "If you see Vivi, could you tell her to come talk to me?" He asked. "It's important."

Weenus nodded. "Totally!" With that, he gave the pair a wave and departed the mess hall.

After a moment of silence, and making sure Weenus had left, the pair sighed annoyedly.

"What a dumbass," Marcellas groaned. "He couldn't even hold that freakin' secret for a day?"

"God, I know," Alessia annoyedly complained. "If it wasn't for that idol, he'd be the most useless piece of crap I've ever met. But, he's the best we have for right now, so we have to make it work." Alessia then turned to John. "Speaking of making things work, why talk to Vivi?"

"We need votes, Lessi," Marcellas told her bluntly. "John has the vote from the Pressure Cooker. Then there's you, me, and Colby. That's four right there. If we get Vivi, that's five. Plus, she said she'd work with us more, and she has to know the plan."

"And you think five is enough?" Alessia asked, sounding uncertain. "And that Vivi will still work with us?"

"It could be if everyone else doesn't band together, but even then, I don't know," Marcellas admitted. "We should try to get another vote or two. I'll do what I can."

Alessia's eyes glinted excitedly. "We can really make this thing, Marcellas!" She excitedly squealed. "If this goes our way, we may just be in the clear, and the Cali Connection will glide to the end."

"God, I love it when an evil plan comes together!" Marcellas laughed, which made Alessia laugh in turn.

"Hi, Wind!"

The hippy girl, who was alone in the girl's cabin, was concentrating on tying dandelions, which she had found around the forest, into her hair. So focused, in fact, that she hadn't even noticed her friend come in, the sight of whom made Wind smile.

"Ah, Neda," she airily replied, "It's wonderful to see you."

"Would you mind if I sat down with you?" Neda asked the girl. In response, Wind gathered the small pile of dandelions she had at the side of her bed and moved them closer to her wall.

"Please, sit," She kindly asked, and Neda quickly obliged, taking her seat. "What is it, Neda?"

The superfan sighed at that. "Oh, I just wanted to talk to someone."

Worry flashed across Wind's face. "Are you doing okay?" She questioned.

"I guess," She slowly said, "But…" Neda then trailed off, trying to find the right words. As her face scrunched in thought, Wind still kindly sat, a small smile on her face, as she continued to tie flowers. Neda began to speak again, seemingly having found the right words. "Do you ever wish that you could change a part of yourself?"

"Of course," Wind sagely said. "That is something that everyone wishes at one point or another. It's natural. But, we must learn to be at peace with who we are. Because the parts of ourselves that we do wish to change are just as much a part of us as the parts that we do not."

"Even you, Wind?" Neda asked, now curious.

"Even myself," Wind nodded. "But, even the parts of myself that I do wish to change still are a part of me."

Neda sighed again. "I guess so…."

"If I may be so bold, Neda, but what is it that brought this topic of conversation up? The hippy girl asked.

"Um….well….." Neda sputtered, trying to find the right words. "It's…..a thing….."

"Is it that you miss Iran?" Wind questioned with a small tilt of her head.

"...Yeah," Neda said evasively. "Yeah, I just miss Iran. Even after living here in Canada for the last few years, I still find myself missing Iran. The heat, the sounds, the smells…."

Wind lightly laughed. "I am in the same boat as you, then. I miss my home, too. While mine is not nearly as warm as Iran is, I find myself longing for the familiar sights and sounds." Wind then lightly frowned. "But, I'm sorry, Neda. Our situations are very much different."

Neda glumly nodded. "That they are."

"But, you should not want to change the part of you that misses your home, Neda," Wind then told her. "It is part of who you are, and what makes you, you. Think of why you miss your home. The wonderful sights and sounds, old friends, family. Those memories are still with you, in your heart. And you can think of those memories when you miss your home. Then, it will be like you are there once more."

Static

Confessional: Neda

The Iranian teenager sits in the booth, a melancholy grin on her face. "I hate to lie to Wind of all people," she admitted. "But, I just couldn't mention what I wanted. But, she's right that I still miss Iran a lot. And even though it wasn't what I originally wanted to talk about, she still gave me some good advice."

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As Neda wiped away tears, a knock came from the cabin door. "I will get it," Wind said as she quickly stood and opened it, revealing David. "Oh, hello there, David. This is an unexpected surprise."

"Hi, Wind! Hi-" He began, but instantly stopped as he saw the crying Neda. "Woah, Neda, are you okay?"

Neda sniffled and fanned herself. "Yeah, I'm okay. Me and Wind were just talking and stuff and I got emotional."

"Well, if you say so," David said back as he made his way into the cabin and shut the door behind him.

"Not that I'm complaining, David, but what brings you here?" Wind asked.

"I actually needed to talk to Neda," David told her in reply. "I need her help with something."

"Oh, of course," Wind replied. "I'll take a leave." She then looked at the superfan with kindness in her eyes. "Will you be okay, Neda?"

The girl in question gave a small smile and nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, I will." She then stood and wrapped the hippy in a hug. "Thank you, Wind. You're such a good friend."

Wind just smiled herself and returned the hug. "You as well, Neda. I'm very thankful that this game has brought us together."

David didn't say anything, instead opting to stand back and watch the two friends embrace, a warm smile on his face. After a few moments, the girls separated, and Wind turned to leave the cabin with a wave to Neda and David.

"She's the best, isn't she?" Neda happily remarked as Wind closed the door behind her.

"She really is," David agreed with a nod.

"Anyway," Neda said, "Down to business. You said you had a plan, and you needed help with it. What can I do?"

A while later, Neda entered the mess hall and grinned, seeing Marcellas alone at one of the many tables, eating a salad. "Hi, Marcellas," Neda greeted as she approached the fashion-oriented teen's table.

"Oh, hey there, Neda!" Marcellas cheerily greeted. "Take a seat!"

"Thanks!" Neda grinned as she sat down.

"So, what's up with you, girl?" Marcellas asked, forking another portion of his salad.

"Well, first, on my way in here, I ran into Vivi," Neda began to explain. "I had asked where you were, and she told me that you were in here. And, apparently, you two talked about something? Because she said that she had come to an answer…..and that answer was, quote, Up Yours."

As Marcellas finished chewing and swallowed his food, he grumbled, "Well, I can't say that I didn't expect that."

Neda giggled. "She was very clear, I'll agree." The superfan then looked focused. "But, that's not what I want to tell you. It's something else, and it's really important."

Marcellas eyed the Iranian teen curiously. "Oh? What's that then?" He asked.

Neda leaned in close and lowered her voice. "So, I just talked to David. He gave me this whole plan about how he and some other people are gonna blindside Alessia tonight."

Marcellas looked aghast. "What!?" He leaned in closer to Neda, the two's faces just inches apart. "I need to hear the info. Now." He seriously replied, his normally cheery demeanor gone.

"Well, apparently earlier today, someone talked to you about taking out John?" Marcellas nodded in confirmation."Well, anyway," Neda continued, "What David told me was that he was doing that to make you think that John was the real target, so that Alessia's guard was going to be down, and she would get blindsided."

"Dammit," Marcellas annoyedly said aloud. "I should have known that this kind of thing would happen after that crap with Colby….."

"What stuff with Colby?" Neda curiously asked.

"Don't worry about it," Marcellas brushed off. "But, why are you telling me this, Neda?"

"Because, David thinks that he has my vote, to give him the majority tonight against Alessia. But, I don't want Alessia to go tonight. I wanna ally myself with you guys," Neda grinned. "I think that you two are the tighter group and that you'd be the safer bet."

"So, you're gonna vote against John tonight?" Marcellas asked, to which Neda nodded in confirmation. That made Marcellas laugh giddily. "Oh, that's amazing!"

Now, Neda looked confused. "Wait, why's that, Marcellas? Don't we still not have enough votes?"

Marcellas kept laughing. "Don't worry. Lessi and I have it all figured out. We'll be fine. And thanks, Neda!" He told her. "This was amazing. I'm gonna sing all your praises to Alessia. We're gonna take you with us. For sure."

It was Neda's turn to laugh next. "Awesome! I can't wait to play with you guys!" After the two laughed for a few moments, Neda then stood and stretched. "Well, I don't want to keep you from your food. See you around, Marcellas!" Neda said with a wave.

"You too, boo!" Marcellas echoed as he continued to grin and eat his dinner, a smug smile crossing his face.

Night had settled over the island, as, for the first time, all of the merged campers were together at the campfire pit. After just a few minutes of waiting, Chris revealed himself, carrying a plate with 10 marshmallows on it. All the campers' eyes went to the host as he stood before them.

"Welcome to your first merge campfire ceremony, everyone!" He cheerily greeted them as he looked them all over. "How has the merge been treating you, everyone?" Chris looked around and settled on a camper. "Weenus?"

"Good," he said from his spot in between Alessia and Marcellas. "It's shown me who my true allies and true friends are."

"And, what about you, Liana?" The host asked next.

"I feel like more of a chicken running around with its head cut off than usual," the gambler playfully grumbled. "But, this is exactly what I signed up for, so I can't complain."

Chris nodded, before turning to another camper. "Brooke, at our last campfire ceremony, you single-handedly took Ji out of the game. How did that make you feel?" He asked.

The athletic girl smiled serenely at the memory. "It was awesome, Chris. Not to sound like a sociopath or anything, but for Ji in particular…..to be the one to end her game, it felt good. I can't lie."

Chris laughed at that. "Wow, watch out for this girl! She'll take you out with a grin! And speaking of you, Brooke, congratulations on winning that challenge!"

Brooke tiredly sighed at the reminder of the challenge. "Man, don't remind me. That felt like pure dumb luck, honestly."

"Speaking of the challenge, you came in second, John," Chris said as he turned to the artist. "Was that disappointing?"

John, arms crossed, raised an eyebrow. "Well, duh?" He snarkily remarked. "Of course it does. This ceremony, in particular, it sucks."

"Why this ceremony?" Chris pressed.

"Because of that dumb Pressure Cooker. I got a vote already from that," John complained. "It'd be very easy for my gathered contestants to decide that since I have a vote already, I'm the easy ax."

Chris couldn't help himself but laugh. "Sure seems like that Pressure Cooker is haunting you guys even after it's over! Man, what a competition!"

He then looked serious. "Well, I know you all want to get to our first post-merge ceremony, so let's get this show on the road." He looked over the gathered campers. "You all know how this works, so I'm not gonna explain it to you." He then picked up a marshmallow. "Our first marshmallow goes to-"

"Ahem!" Alessia stood and, with a smug grin, walked over to Chris.

"Um, did you need something, Alessia?" Chris asked in confusion.

"I didn't need something, but these people here do. And what they need is a slap in the face and a cold, hard reality check." Alessia then procured her immunity idol and glared at the gathered campers. "Your dumb little plan isn't gonna work tonight. I'm staying."

"Alright," Chris confirmed as he grabbed the wooden head from Alessia's grasp. "Alessia has used her immunity idol. Once again, this means that any votes that have been cast against her are now nullified." With that, he tossed the idol into the fire, and Alessia sat down.

"Since you're immune now Alessia, why don't you take the first marshmallow?" He asked as he tossed the treat at the streamer. She smugly caught the item and tossed it into her mouth.

'It tastes like immunity,' she gloated internally.

"And our second marshmallow goes to…David!" Chris flicked the treat towards the chef, who quietly caught and ate it.

"Next up is…..Liana!" At her name, the gambler smiled and caught and ate her marshmallow as well.

"And marshmallow four goes to….Weenus!"

"Yes!" He said aloud as he caught and ate his treat as well.

"I just knew you'd be safe," Alessia lightly told him as she grabbed his hand.

"Seven campers left, and six marshmallows," Chris said aloud as he continued to look over the gathered contestants. "And our next safe camper is…Brooke."

As Brooke caught her marshmallow and tossed it into the flames of the fire, Chris picked up the next one. "Next is….Godfrey."

"Obviously," the charming teen said aloud as he caught his marshmallow and deftly tossed it into the flames as well.

"Our next camper that's safe is…..Neda."

The superfan happily caught her marshmallow and ate it. "And, Wind, you're safe as well." At her name, the hippy lightly smiled and caught her marshmallow, also tossing it into the flames.

Chris looked over the final three remaining campers. "Marcellas. John. Vivi. One of you is going home." Chris picked up the second to last marshmallow and squeezed it between his fingers. "Though they received only one vote tonight, our next safe camper is….Vivi!"

Rather than look happy, Vivi's face fell into an irritated scowl. 'Who the hell voted for me?!' She internally raged.

"This is it," Chis announced as he picked up the final marshmallow. "The final marshmallow of the evening will go to….

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…John." Chris then turned towards the fashion-minded teen. "Marcellas. You are the sixth person eliminated from Total Drama Island: Rewritten."

"No!" Alessia screamed. "Dammit, no!" She stood and rounded on everyone else. "You liars! How dare you take my best friend from me!"

"It's okay, Lessi," Marcellas sadly said as he grabbed her hands. "You're still here. You can get revenge on these bitches for me. Unleash your fury on them, girl. For me."

"Oh, Marcellas," Alessia cried as she wrapped her friend in a hug. "I'm so glad I met you," she whispered.

"Me too, babe," he whispered back. "When we get to LA outside of this dumb-ass game, it's gonna be amazing."

"Alright, Marcellas," Chris impatiently said aloud, "It's time to go."

Trying to control his emotions, Marcellas looked over his gathered campers. "Bye, everyone!" He waved with both hands as he walked towards the cabin. "It was so great meeting you all! I love you guys! Truly! I can't wait to see you all after the show! Bye!"

And with that, Marcellas boarded the Boat of Losers and quickly vanished from view.

As Alessia forlornly stared at the vanishing boat, and the vanishing form of her best friend, Weenus approached her from behind. "It's okay, Alessia," he tried to say. "We'll be okay."

Alessia rounded on him, cold fury in her eyes. "Don't talk to me, dammit!" She screeched. "This is your damn fault! You couldn't even keep one thing secret!"

Weenus stepped back like he had been slapped. "Wha-"

"Marcellas would still BE HERE if you weren't so stupid!" She screamed. "You useless piece of crap!"

"But-"

"But NOTHING!" She angrily interrupted from the top of her lungs, as the other campers awkwardly watched from their logs. "You are a worthless moron, Colby! WORTHLESS!"

And with that, the streamer girl stomped away into the darkness.

Weenus stood, unmoving, mouth agape and eyes wide, as he tried to process what had happened.

"Um….." Chris said, slowly approaching the stuntman. "You okay, dude?"

Without a word, Weenus turned and ran into the forest, tears streaming down his face.

"Oh, crap!" David exclaimed as he leaped up from his seat after his friend. Godfrey was right behind him, along with Neda and Wind.

As a heavy sheet of awkwardness settled over the remaining campers at the ceremony, one had the tact (or lack thereof) to speak.

"If it's any consolation, thanks for keeping me," John said aloud. "I appreciate it."

"Whatever you say," Vivi yawned. "Are we done here, Chris?" She boredly asked.

"Well, I guess so," The host replied, scratching the back of his head.

"Alright, then peace." And with that, Vivi stood and walked back to the cabins. John, Brooke, and Liana all quickly followed suit, leaving Chris alone. He grimaced as he turned to the camera.

"Well, that was one of the more…..I don't even know what word to use to describe that ceremony!" He exclaimed. "But, if you want to see the fallout from this major, major shakeup, as well as who is our next departure, then make sure to tune back in to the next episode of…

TOTAL!

DRAMA!

ISLAND: REWRITTEN!"

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Confessional Votes

John: "I got clued in on this big plan a little before our ceremony. And if it saves my ass, then I'm not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth. Especially with a plus-one vote hanging over my head. So, you were a good bunkmate, but I'm ready to fly solo, Marcellas." He holds up the peace sign to the camera. "Nothing personal."

David: The chef grins as he stares into the camera. "I really think my plan of tricking Alessia, and then voting out Marcellas instead is gonna work! So, I vote for Marcellas!"

Godfrey: "David's plan was pretty damn smart." He proudly grins. "I think I'm finally starting to rub off on that man!" He chuckles. "But, no shenanigans from me, this time. I vote to eliminate Marcellas."

Marcellas: "Oh!" He excitedly squeals into the camera. "I cannot believe our big plan is gonna come together!" He then pouts. "It sucks that I have to eliminate my buddy John to do it, but I'm sure he'll forgive me!"

Liana: "David's plan was genius," she plainly admits to the camera. "Trick Alessia into thinking she was the target, so we'd snuff the idol out, and then get Marcellas. It's simple, but it'll get the job done. So, Marcellas, you get my vote."

Weenus: "It's just me, Alessia, and Marcellas," he tells the camera. "I'm with them, and my vote is with them! So, later, John!"

Vivi: "What goes around, comes around. You're gone, Marcellas. And your bitch friend is next."

Brooke: "The plan has been confirmed, and received. And I'm down. So, Marcellas, time to go."

Neda: "David asked me to help with his big plan of his, but….." she cheekily trails off. "I have an angle of my own I wanna work! So, let's have a little fun. I vote to eliminate Vivi!"

Wind: "I sadly vote to eliminate the wonderful Marcellas."

Alessia: "Not to brag or anything," She tells the confessional camera, "But things are REALLY looking good for me right now. And we'll keep this momentum going by giving John the ax!" She kisses her hand and waves it towards the camera. "Don't be too mad at me!"

What a turn of events! Marcellas is our sixth eliminated camper, thanks to a rather cunning plan from David. Marcellas was very fun as Alessia's moral compass or better half. With him gone, what kind of game will Alessia be playing? One that won't be very nice, I'm sure.

And Weenus gets his poor heart shattered into a million pieces because of Alessia's rage. I hope he'll be okay! Especially with a group of his friends running into the forest to find him.

Thanks for reading, everyone! As always, I hope that you all enjoyed, and that if you liked it, I hope you leave a favorite, a follow, or a review! They're seriously so motivating.

That's it from me! See you all next year for more of the story! Stay safe, everyone!