Summary: 20 contestants battle it out on a private resort in a tropical paradise hosted by the amazing Chris McLean, and his assistant, Chef Hatchet. In a brand new season of twists and turns, who will walk away with the prize?
We don't owe Total Drama, only our OCs.
Remaining Contestants: Joseph, Abigail, Brittany, Dante, Rebekah, Ilyria, Lin, and Butch
"Last time on Total Drama Hawaiian Resort…" Chris began the famous recap. "We were kidnapped by the madman Demetrius!"
"He wanted me to be his bride. So not cool," Alexis gagged.
"Thank god he was stopped, and arrested. It's too bad we couldn't do a challenge though. Luckily, he was arrested and disqualified," the host frowned. "But anyway, we're down to 8 contestants left! Who'll win this challenge, and the sole vote?"
"Find out, on this episode of…Total! Drama! HAWAIIAN RESORT!" Alexis let out.
Dear Mom and Dad I'm doing fine,
You guys are on my mind.
You asked me what I wanted to be
and now I think the answer is plain to see,
I wanna be famous.
I wanna live close to the sun,
Go pack your bags, 'cause I've already won,
Everything to prove, nothing in my way
I'll get there one day.
Cause, I wanna be famous!
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na!
I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na! (as can be heard in the background)
I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous
(Whistling in tune)
Episode 16: Seek and Destroy
Ilyria and Butch
The spy would head over to Butch's room, knocking on his door. "Hey. Can we talk?" she asked softly. "About what happened yesterday?" She backed away from the door. "If you don't want to talk, then that's fine, I suppose."
After a moment, the formerly hypnotized boy stepped out of his room with a conflicted look on his face.
"Hey." He greeted.
"Hey," Ilyria let out. "Yesterday was crazy…"
"Yeah… it definitely was…"
Ilyria sighed. "I can't believe you were hypnotized…and I didn't even realize…"
"The last thing I remember was Walter grabbing me and that rat, Demetrius, showing me something during the challenge where we were in that box. A lot of stuff after that is just a blur."
"Damn it…he really hid it well…" Ilyria grumbled. "So…I guess all that stuff you said before with me…was it all a lie? Did you really care for me, or were you just ordered to do so by Demetrius?"
"Well, yes and no." Butch began with a sigh. "I mean I do like you. You're a kickass girl with an awesome job and you're pretty. I think if Demetrius didn't hypnotize me and order me into a relationship with you, we might have had something natural. But…"
"Yeah?" Ilyria glanced at him.
"Just the fact that all of this went down. It just doesn't really sit well with me. Everything between us feels fake. I mean we could start over from scratch but with you being a spy, your vampire buddies, the fact that you deal with baddies like Demetrius regularly… I just don't know if I can live with all that."
"Hey, Alexander and Cleo are good vampires. They don't drink human blood often," Ilyria reassured him.
"I know, I know. Plus, Walter and I owe them, and you, big time for getting us out of that jam. But with all of that… I just don't know if things between us will ever really work outside of being friends."
"Tell you what. How about we start over from scratch after the show?" Ilyria suggested. "I mean, yeah, with my job and all, but I still want to work something out with you. If you'd be interested, of course. Otherwise, there is my sister."
"We can start over as friends, Ilyria." Butch replied, a conflicted look in his eyes. "I'm sorry, but being in a relationship with you beyond that just… puts a really sour taste in my mouth."
"Yeah…alright." Ilyria sighed. "See you around, I guess." The spy sighed as she left his room.
Abigail
The former child star still couldn't believe what Demetrius had said.
"No, Dante can't be gone, can he?. It's not possible. It can't be. He has to be in there…somewhere…I have to get through to him." With that in mind, she stood up, and went to his room. "Dante! Please, talk to me!" She pleaded as she knocked on his door.
From within his room, Damiano paced around with a grimace on his face as he occasionally glanced at the door; His eyelid twitching as he heard Abigail's voice.
"Please, Dante? I know you're in there…" Abigail let out softly. "Why won't you talk to me?"
"Please leave me be!" Damiano asserted, trying to remain as calm as he could. "I don't want to talk right now!"
Tears came to Abigail's eyes. "But…we were getting along so well before…why are you so cold to me?"
"GO!"
Abigail sobbed as she ran away. After crying for a good bit, she tried to think of something. "Maybe Butch knows something…" she thought to herself, as she went to his room, knocking on his door. As the noise finally left, Damiano sighed to himself as he tried to collect his thoughts.
"That bastard! Now all eyes are on me for sure! It's bad enough dealing with that pest of a girl, now I have all seven of them wondering about my act!"
"Butch?" Abigail let out. "Can I ask you something?"
"Ugh, Ilyria, not right- Oh, sorry." Butch greeted. "What's up?"
"It's about Dante. Can we talk inside?" Abigail asked.
"Uh, yeah, sure." Butch shrugged.
"I think I should be involved too," Ilyria would soon arrive back at the room. "It involves Demetrius, doesn't it? That means that something's fishy."
"Fishy?" Abigail was confused.
"Think about it. Dante's also been hanging around Demetrius, especially before he made his big move. Plus he was acting very cold very suddenly, which isn't like him at all," the spy continued. "Butch, you hung out with Dante sometimes? Can you tell us anything you remember?"
"Oh man, like I said, everything after the box challenge is sort of a blur…" Butch replied, rubbing his head.
"Well, you've got a kickass spy here to help you remember," Ilyria smiled.
"And it looks like we have some free time right now. So take as much time as you need to get your memory going." Abigail assured, a small smile forming on her own face.
"Alright." Butch sighed as he sat down on his bed. "Where do I even begin…"
"You can start from the box challenge, if that helps," Ilyria suggested, pulling out a notebook and a pen. "I'm gonna write down everything."
Joseph, Rebekah, and Lin
"Well, that was a crazy day yesterday," the tomboy let out, glancing at the tribal chief and her ally.
"About as crazy as crazy gets." The man shrugged.
"We stopped a terrorist, met vampires, and basically saved the world all in one day. I'd say that it was definitely a crazy day." Lin added.
"Are you thinking about Ilyria's offer one day?" Rebekah glanced at Joseph. "If not, I can see if my dad's looking for some new policemen. You'd be a good fit there too."
"I appreciate that." Joseph replied. "I'm more likely to take that offer than being a spy. Better to stick with a job that puts me in closer proximity to my family than one that could have me traveling the world and potentially putting them at risk with some of the crazies I could end up against. We already saw what one could do."
"I can't believe Demetrius wanted to use Lucille's blood to power up that laser of his," Rebekah let out. "That was so messed up."
"Guess it just goes to show what sick things people are willing to do." Lin commented.
"I still can't believe I was able to throw Butch over my shoulder like that," Rebekah grinned. "Thank you, self-defense classes!"
"I can't wait for tonight!" Joseph added eagerly, a rare grin on his face. "I talked with Walter after everything was over. The guy's still bummed out about what happened but I managed to convince him to box me. It'll be me and him, one-on-one with nobody getting in the way!"
"That sounds awesome. Are you also thinking of doing something to cheer Lucille up after what she went through?" Rebekah asked him.
"For sure. We talked about having dinner on the beach after the fight."
"So romantic," Rebekah grinned. "You two deserve one another."
"I appreciate it. Hopefully if you find a good girl you'll have a nice date like that once the show's over." Joseph replied.
"Speaking of the show." Lin interjected. "We still have the elephant in the room to talk about."
"Brittany," Rebekah narrowed her eyes.
"Mhmm." The street urchin nodded. "Now that the Chef Idol isn't around anymore, we have to make sure she doesn't win this next challenge. If she somehow does, we'll have to find one of the other two as a backup plan."
"You're right," Rebekah nodded. "If we get her out, we'll be able to cruise to the finale in no time. But she probably won't go down without a fight."
"That's to be expected." Joseph replied. "And, honestly, I'd be disappointed if she didn't."
"There's also the others we need to be wary of," Rebekah continued.
"Right." Lin sighed. "I think everyone tried to prove why exactly they've made it this far yesterday."
"Let's try and search for one of those idols after the challenge…whenever it may start," Rebekah said. "Agreed?"
"Deal." The two teens replied.
Later that day…
"Attention campers! Come on down, we've got the challenge ready!" Chris announced over the loudspeaker. The eight contestants all met up with Chris in the lobby of the resort, thankfully Chris himself looked more relaxed after what had happened.
"Okay, today's challenge is basically like capture the flag! One of you will have a flag, and your task is to keep a hold onto the flag until sundown," Chris said.
"Hah, this should be quick," Brittany smirked.
"And the person starting off with the flag is…Joseph!" Chris announced, as he passed the tribal chief, a navy blue flag. Almost immediately, the young man ran into the elevator and shut it before the others could reach him.
"Well! Go!" Chris used an airhorn to start the challenge, as Abigail, Ilyria, Brittany, and Rebekah began to disperse, to try and figure out a way to grab the flag from the tribal chief. Butch thought about what he should do for a moment before deciding to go after Ilyria. Damiano silently went on his own towards the resort's stairwell. With a suspicious look in her eye, Lin followed after him, keeping a safe distance.
Ilyria had managed to catch up to Joseph, and was able to sneakily grab the flag from him, taking off in the other direction.
"Hey, I thought we were on the same side?!" He called out.
"It's anyone's game, you wanker!" Ilyria grinned. "Sorry!" She would run off to find a place to hide, so she could keep the flag on her person, but it would soon be grabbed by Brittany, along with Avalanche, who growled menacingly. The dog and the mob boss would take off with the flag.
"Hah! Too easy!" Brittany scoffed before suddenly being shoved from behind. The force knocked the flag out of her hands, allowing it to hit the floor only to be grabbed by Damiano, who began running back towards the stairwell.
"Avalanche, go after him!" Brittany shouted, and the dog took off, chasing Damiano, barking all the while. The hound quickly caught up to Damiano and with a single leap, bit down onto the flag and tried pulling it out of the boy's hand.
"Argh, stupid dog!" Damiano growled before kicking Avalanche in her side, causing her to lose her grip on the flag.
"Don't call her stupid you fool!" Brittany snarled, managing to grab the flag from Damiano, before trying to kick him in his family jewels with her boot. But with a swift hand, the man caught the kick and pushed Brittany in the direction of the stairs. She managed to get back onto her feet, but the flag would be stolen by Abigail, and the former child star took off with the flag.
"Damn it!" Brittany yelled.
"I need to win, sorry!" Abigail let out, as she ran with the flag held tightly in her hand. The two Italians growled at the sight of Abigail running off before facing each other.
"Mi intralcio di nuovo e scuoio il cane vivo." Damiano hissed before following the child star.
"Wait." Brittany grabbed his hand. "I think we could work well together. To get rid of her. She is a pest to you, hm?"
"...She is. But what's it to you?"
"She's such a pain to me as well," Brittany rolled her eyes. "But if we can not only get her out, but that insufferable brute, we can dominate this competition. What do you say?"
"Fine. We'll work together just this once."
"Just once?" the mob boss raised an eyebrow. "You'd be a good fit for my mob."
"Hmm, the thought of being a mobster sounds interesting… But no, just this one time and we're done."
"Think about it," Brittany smirked, as she walked away. "You'd make a good assassin."
*Confessional*
Brittany: "Quel Damiano è proprio un idiota a due tempi! Non gli permetterò assolutamente di fare del male al mio cane! Pagherà per averlo detto!"
*End Confessional*
Abigail still held a tight grip onto the flag, as she ran to find a place to hide. "Oh my goodness, this challenge is getting intense!" she let out, panting a little to catch her breath. However, the flag would be stolen by Ilyria, who took off in the opposite direction.
"Oh, come on, seriously?!" Abigail let out huffing in exhaustion as she ran to catch up to her. "Well, let's try this again."
As Ilyria held onto the flag, she accidentally bumped into Butch. "Bloody hell, watch where you're going!" she snapped, a bit frustrated.
"Well sorry!" Butch grumbled as he helped the spy to her feet.
"Thanks," Ilyria sighed.
"So I think I can remember a little bit of what went on while I was under."
"Oh yeah?" Ilyria raised an eyebrow. "You're not gonna try and steal this from me?" She raised the flag a bit.
"I mean you and Abigail are the only ones that seem like you're willing to trust me." Butch began. "Well, mostly you since you just snatched that thing away from Abbi."
"Yeah, that's true," Ilyria nodded. "So what is it that you remembered?"
"It's still pretty foggy, but I remember after we took Lucille's wheelchair. That was when Dante joined our little group."
"It's still so odd on why Demetrius needed Lucille's wheelchair," the spy muttered.
"I think that was for something to do with the mobility of the laser? Anyway, that's not the point. What's important is that when Dante ended up turning on Demetrius yesterday, he said something that made Demetrius order me and Walter to attack him."
"Now this is getting interesting…" Ilyria said. "What did Dante say?"
"That I can't remember, all I know is that it was something about a name." Butch said, rubbing his head as if he was giving himself a headache.
"A name…it could be any name…damn it," Ilyria groaned. The two were caught off guard by Lin, who ran past Ilyria, snatching the flag right out of her hands and into a different stairwell leading downstairs.
"Bloody hell!" Ilyria yelled. "Wanna team up for old times sake?"
For the first time that day, a confident grin sprouted onto Butch's face.
"Sure, why not!"
"Cool. Y'know, I actually think you and my sister might be a perfect match for one another," the spy smirked a little, before going after Lin.
Time passed, and it would be nearing sundown, as the flag kept changing hands with each of the eight competitors. Eventually, it would be sundown, and one competitor still had the flag on them, and that would be Brittany.
"Congratulations, Brittany, for winning immunity, and this time, your sole vote, after it was previously stolen from you," Chris announced.
"It's about damn time," the mob boss muttered.
"Everyone, go take a breather, while Brittany has to make a tough decision!" Chris announced.
Rebekah, Lin, and Joseph
The three teens sat at the same table they used before Walter's elimination. The air was just as tense as it had been the previous time. Joseph sat silently with a firm, yet almost calculating look in his eyes while Lin gently pounded her head on the table in frustration.
"Ugh, well that plan failed," the tomboy groaned. "Looks like it might be the end of the road for one of us."
"I almost freaking had it!" The shorter girl groaned.
"Almost, but not quite," the tomboy grumbled. "What are you thinking about, Joseph?"
"A few things. First off, we don't have much time so once we're done here we need to go find one of those idols if we want to save ourselves. Other than that, I'm just wondering if maybe we're not Brittany's immediate targets right now."
"True, she could go for someone else…" Rebekah let out. "Like either Ilyria, or even Abigail."
"I'm not sure if either of you noticed, but even though it looked like she was working with Dante this time, she kept giving him these nasty looks. Could be she's thinking of taking him out." Lin noted.
"Then there's Butch." Joseph added. "He's the toughest guy left in the game, aside from me."
"Either way, it could be any one of us." Rebekah sighed. "Let's go search for one of those remaining idols, before Chris has us down for that ceremony."
Ilyria, Butch, and Abigail
"Ugh, we were so close to winning," the former child star groaned, as she sat on the couch in the penthouse.
"Well, we're a bit closer in finding out about what Dante said," Ilyria said, as she looked over at Butch.
"Oh yeah?" Abigail asked.
"Yeah, I remember right before we finally took Demetrius down he had a confrontation with Dante. I didn't catch all of what they said but I heard them mention a name. That much I know for certain now. Problem is, I still don't remember the name."
"Does it start with a D?" Abigail took a guess. "Cause I remember that Mike guy had that evil personality named Mal."
"Yeah… yeah I think it did!"
"Well, we have one letter down…" Ilyria let out. "Can you try and remember if it was a long name?"
"I don't think it was. It might have been as long as your name."
"Damn," the spy muttered. "That leaves us no closer to guessing the name."
"Attention contestants! It's time for Brittany to make her vote!" Chris announced.
"Damn…" Butch repeated, bringing a hand to his chin inquisitively. "That seems familiar…"
"Well, think about it on our way down," Ilyria sighed as she stood up.
Elimination Ceremony
Brittany smirked when she saw the 7 other contestants make their way down, with the pool filled with its occupants again. Lucille would be in a pool floatie talking with Shauna as the two girls glanced at the top 8, as did the rest of the eliminated cast. Ilyria would glare at the mob boss, who smirked back. Abigail seemed nervous, shaking a bit.
"I don't know about you all, but I'm glad that we're back on track with this show and with the drama!" Chris began. "So, Brittany, have you made your decision?"
"I have. And I've chosen…the idiotic hotshot known as Butch," the mob boss smirked. "See ya, wouldn't want to be ya."
Ilyria's jaw dropped. "What the bloody hell?!"
"Huh?! Why me?!"
"You're the last strongest guy, aside from the tribal chief here. If I get you out before him, then he'll be a piece of cake," the mob boss smirked.
"You really think I'll go down that easily?" Joseph scoffed.
"Yes," she smirked again.
"Overconfidence like that won't last forever y'know." Lin stated. "It's only a matter of time before you go."
"We'll see, short brain," Brittany hissed.
"Well, Butch! Any last words?" Chris asked the brute. Butch looked down in silence as if trying to collect his own thoughts when his eyes suddenly widened in realization.
"Damiano…" He muttered softly.
"What are you talking about?!" Brittany demanded, annoyed. Butch's head shot upwards and towards Ilyria and Abigail. Damiano himself began to look frazzled as he heard what Butch said. As all eyes were on the brute, the wicked personality took the opportunity to head inside while everyone wasn't looking.
"Damiano! That's the name Dante and Demetrius mentioned!"
"Damiano…" Abigail let out. "That must be the other personality!"
"Of course!" Ilyria let out.
"What do you mean, 'other personality'?" Lin asked.
"Think about it, he's been acting odd for a while. What if he has another personality? Remember that Mike guy?" Abigail asked.
"Yeah, I remember," Brittany realized. "That Mal personality was the whole gist of the dreaded All-Stars season."
"Just one issue." Chris interjected. "We screened you all for medical information, allergies, and so on. Dante doesn't have D.I.D.."
"What if he's keeping it hidden?" Ilyria asked.
"It could be a possibility," Alexis let out.
"Hold on." Joseph said. "Does he have any other kind of mental conditions?"
"He does have schizophrenia. But I've never heard of that condition creating an alternate personality." Chris shrugged.
"Looks like we're stuck again," Ilyria grumbled. "Sorry you had to go out like this, Butch."
"No." Butch replied. "No, I think we're not stuck, just dealing with one last piece of that puzzle. Guess it's on you guys to solve it now. As for the game, it sucks that I had to lose this way. But you've got Joseph for muscle, and I know that Ilyria and Lin can handle the brainpower. You guys can beat the hell out of Brittany, one way or another!"
"Don't count on it," Brittany laughed wickedly. "Well, I'm beat!" She would head inside the resort.
"Butch, go ahead and join the others in the Pool for Fools," Chris said. As the brawling brute went to join his friends at the poolside, Chris then turned to the camera.
"We're now down to seven competitors left, and things are getting juicier than ever before!"
"Who'll be the next camper to be eliminated?" Alexis asked.
"Find out, next time, on Total! Drama! HAWAIIAN RESORT!" Chris announced.
The Vote
Brittany: Butch
20th: Terra (Pretty Peacocks)
19th: Spikke (Fantastic Flamingos) {Medically Evacuated.}
18th: Miguel (Fantastic Flamingos)
17th: Trish (Pretty Peacocks)
16th: Christopher (Fantastic Flamingos) {Eliminated via a cooking pressure test}
15th: Shauna (Pretty Peacocks)
14th: Antonio (Pretty Peacocks)
13th: Jerusha (Fantastic Flamingos) {Chosen by the Peacocks}
MERGE
12th: Lucille {Medically Evacuated}
11th: Fernando {eliminated by Joseph's sole vote}
10th: Walter {eliminated by Demetrius's vote-stolen from Brittany}
9th: Demetrius {disqualified and arrested}
8th: Butch {eliminated by Brittany's sole vote}
Remaining Contestants: Joseph, Abigail, Brittany, Dante, Rebekah, Ilyria, and Lin
LaViolaViolaRosa: Okay, now that was an interesting episode indeed! I can't believe we're down to 7 contestants left! We're near the end, but not quite yet, there's still a few more plotlines we have left!
Allureon: Things will certainly be getting more interesting in the coming chapters as we start winding our way down to the finale.
LaViolaViolaRosa: So, with that, see you in the next update everyone!