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.
We also don't owe the songs in this episode, they belong to their respective owners. Just a note, some of the songs will have strong language, so if you want to skip those songs, you're more than welcome to.
Fantastic Flamingos: Joseph, Abigail, Brittany, Jerusha, Fernando, Dante, and Lucille
Pretty Peacocks: Rebekah, Ilyria, Lin, Butch, Walter, Antonio, and Demetrius
"Last time on Total Drama Hawaiian Resort…our contestants had to face their fears in a dramatic challenge!" Alexis began. "Shauna instantly failed her fear of spiders, and even Brittany failed her fear. Jerusha meanwhile put herself at risk of elimination by offering to quit if she, Fernando, and Joseph failed their challenges."
"Well, she passed, and I even offered her, Fernando, and Joseph double points," Chris continued.
"And Shauna got the boot from her team during the elimination ceremony. Demetrius is starting to reveal his true colors, and I still am shocked that he's actually Russian. I honestly thought that he was from Ukraine, considering his first name…but Butch and Ilyria also hooked up too. It's about time we had another couple get together." the young chef continued.
"But anyways, we're down to 14 contestants left! Who'll get the boot today? Will Fernando and Abigail finally kiss? How about Joseph and Lucille? Will Dante ever get the girl of his dreams? So many questions, and more, here on Total…" Chris began.
"Drama!" Alexis continued.
"HAWAIIAN RESORT!" the two let out together.
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 9: Family Matters
Antonio and Butch
Antonio would hurry into the bedroom that he shared with his roommate. "We've got a huge problem!" he nearly yelled. "A big problem! An extremely big problem!" He panted to catch his breath. "Demetrius is evil! He's got Walter under his control! We have to stop him!"
"Woah, slow down there. What are you talking about?" Butch replied, looking at his roommate as though he had grown a second head.
"Demetrius! Evil! Apparently, he wants to build some sort of ray gun with Lucille's wheelchair!" Antonio let out.
"Have you been spending too much time with Terra?"
"What?! I have not! I'm telling the truth!" the soccer player exclaimed.
"You sure? Because you sound pretty crazy right now."
"I am NOT crazy!" Antonio glared at his roommate. "I can't believe you don't trust me right now!"
"I mean, listen to yourself. You think he's going to steal Lucille's wheelchair and use it to create a ray gun like some sort of comic book villain?" Butch laughed.
"I overheard him talk with Walter!" Antonio let out. "Why don't you believe me?!"
"I mean, the guy's weird, for sure, but he's doing that. And with Walter of all people? Please!"
Antonio glared at his roommate, before going to bed, upset.
*Confessional*
Antonio: "Damn it, Butch doesn't believe me! I need to talk to another member of my team! But who?"
*End Confessional*
Demetrius would go over to Butch and Antonio's room, knocking on the door. Butch went over to check who was knocking and laughed to himself upon seeing who it was.
"Well, what do you know! Here's Demetrius himself!"
"I'm still mad at you," Antonio muttered angrily.
"Butch, let's talk in the hallway," the hypnotist let out simply.
"Sure, sure." The brute said, closing the door to his room.
Demetrius hid a smirk on his face, silently snapping his fingers. "Now, how's the plan going with that spy?"
"We're officially a couple now."
"Excellent," Demetrius smirked. "Anything else to report?"
"Antonio suspects you. He just told me not even a minute ago that he saw you talking to Walter."
"Figures. Looks like we're gonna have to get him out of the way somehow," the hypnotist scowled.
"Need me to rough him up a bit?" Butch asked, cracking his knuckles.
"No. Don't do anything yet. We'll just have to convince the rest of the team to eliminate him if we lose the next challenge," Demetrius said.
"Really? That's a shame. Oh well, you're the boss."
"Of course I am," Demetrius smirked. "I already have Walter agreeing to drive a wedge between Joseph and Lucille, since they're getting too close for my liking. Continue wooing the spy, making sure that she doesn't find out what I'm up to. Am I clear?"
"Crystal."
"Good. See you tomorrow, minion," Demetrius smirked, before heading back to his room.
The next day…
"GOOD MORNING CAMPERS! TIME FOR A BRAND NEW DAY! MEET US DOWN AT THE DINING HALL ASAP! MCLEAN OUT!" Chris announced on the loudspeakers.
Lucille yawned as she settled herself in her wheelchair, having brushed her hair into a neat ponytail, and applying some light makeup to her face, to get rid of the dark eyebags she had under her eyes.
"I wonder what the challenge will be today," Lucille let out, looking over at her roommate. "I'm hoping that it's something sane after yesterday."
"Here's hoping I won't have to resort to a gambit like that again." Jerusha sighed.
"That was extremely risky! I can't believe you were willing to do that!" Lucille exclaimed.
"I was panicking and needed to do something!"
"Fine. Let's go downstairs," Lucille let out, going over to the door.
"Yeah, some breakfast sounds good right now…"
Dining Hall (Both Teams)
Abigail had poured herself a bowl of cereal with milk, sitting at the Flamingo team table, eating it quietly. Damiano, with his own breakfast, sat close enough to Abigail for her to see him, but remained silent as he took a sip of his black coffee.
"Black coffee, Dante?" Abigail raised an eyebrow. "That's different."
"Is it?" The young man asked. "Well… I wanted to try something different, that's all!"
"Really now?" Abigail glanced over at him. "You told me you don't like black coffee."
"Did I? Maybe I just haven't given it an honest try."
Abigail fell silent, before she saw Fernando, waving him over with a smile on her face. "Good morning Fernando!"
"Good morning, my dear!" Fernando greeted, his eyes twitching for a moment when he saw Damiano sitting near her. His frustration faded when he saw the glare that the boy was giving him. He wasn't sure why, but the pure malice he felt in those eyes sent a chill down his spine.
"Ready for another amazing day?" Abigail smiled at him.
"Erm… yes! Of course I am!" the model replied.
"That's amazing!" Abigail kissed his cheek. "I can't wait to spend more time with you!"
"Neither can I!" Fernando replied, hugging Abigail while returning the glare Damiano gave him as he silently mouthed. "Demetrius will deal with you!"
"Well, I'm stuffed now!" Abigail let out. "Want to spend some more time together before the challenge begins?"
"Sure!"
Abigail smiled as she stood up and went over to the washtray to put her dirty dishes inside it, stretching her arms above her head as she did so.
Lucille, meanwhile, was eating her breakfast, glancing over at Joseph every now and then, wondering what he meant by what he had said to her the previous night.
"Hey, you doing alright?" Jerusha asked, startling her roommate a bit.
"Oh, I'm fine. I'm just thinking about Joseph's answer last night," Lucille replied. "He said that it's not no…"
"Not no… what?"
"To my confession," Lucille explained.
"Hmm… maybe he said that because he wants to wait until after the game's over for you to get together?"
"Ugh, but that's gonna take forever!" Lucille groaned. "I'm jealous that you and Christopher got together during the game!"
"Yeah, but we barely had time together as a couple before he lost. I think maybe Joseph doesn't want the same thing to happen."
"You really think so?" Lucille let out.
"Well, it is tough to really know what he's thinking sometimes…"
"That's true…" Lucille let out. "What should I do?"
"I'd say just keep doing what you're doing. I think things will work themselves out!"
"I hope you're right…" Lucille sighed. She finished eating, and would clear her plate, wheeling herself over to the washtray to put them in.
"Ah, everyone's here!" Chris let out with a grin. "We've got some special guests here, and they're gonna be a part of our challenge today! Here's how it's gonna work! The special guests will be singing part of a song that relates to one of you still in the game, and as a team, you have to work together to figure out who the guest is related to!"
"Lame," Brittany scowled.
"Hey! It took a lot of work to get all this set up!" Chris whined. "My hair gel budget took a big hit because of this challenge!"
"Too bad, so sad," Brittany smirked deviously. "Let's get this over with."
Auditorium (Both Teams)
"Well, let's get this thing underway! Guest #1! Begin!" Chris announced, as a shadowy figure would approach the microphone, and begin to sing. It happened to be a female, and British.
"Like a river, like a river
Like a river, like a river
Like a river, like a river
Shut your mouth and run me like a river
How do we fall in love?
Harder than a bullet could hit you
How do we fall apart?
Faster than a hairpin trigger
Don't you say, don't you say it
Don't say, don't you say it
One breath, it'll just break it
So shut your mouth and run me like a river
Shut your mouth, baby, stand and deliver
Holy hands, will they make me a sinner?
Like a river, like a river
Shut your mouth and run me like a river
Choke this love 'til the veins start to shiver
One last breath 'til the tears start to wither
Like a river, like a river
Shut your mouth and run me like a river."
Ilyria sighed deeply hearing the voice. "I already know this one. It's my younger sister, Julianna."
"I've told you, I hate being called that!" the British voice groaned, as the divider was lifted up to reveal the guest, who looked like a younger version of Ilyria, though she wore a pink sundress with light brown sandals.
"Tough luck, sis," Ilyria smirked playfully.
"Oh come on, Ilyria! Lighten up! You have to be more popular!"
"You're the popular one at parties," Ilyria deadpanned.
"Okay, okay, Julia, you can stay for the remainder of the challenge," Chris groaned. "Next guest! BEGIN!"
The young British girl hopped off the stage, heading over to her sister's team. "So, you're my big sister's teammates, huh? I sure do hope you all like partying!"
"This is your sister?" Butch asked, nudging Ilyria in the arm gently and laughing a bit.
"Yep," Ilyria sighed, rolling her eyes. "She's the partier, while I'm the serious one."
The next singer then walked onto the stage holding a guitar.
"Yeah, bringing you another disturbing creation
From the mind of one sick animal who can't tell the difference
And gets stupified!" The singer began, their voice was one that nobody could immediately identify.
"I've been waiting my whole life for just one f*ck
And all I needed was just one f*ck
How can you say that you don't give a f*ck?
I find myself stupified, coming back again
All I wanted was just one f*ck
One tiny, little, innocent f*ck
And when I feel like I'm sh*t out of luck
I find myself stupified, coming back again!"
"What if the song is related to something from our teammate?" Lucille whispered to Joseph. "Like…something that they're suffering from?"
"Suffering from either a mental illness or a dirty mind, maybe." The captain huffed.
"I think the song's related to Dante," Abigail took a guess, glancing over at the other taller boy on their team. Damiano furrowed his brow as he looked over at the girl, though grimaced a bit at the sound of a dinging noise Chris made using a remote.
"That's correct!" The host announced.
"Way to go, Abigail!" Lucille cheered, smiling at the former child star, who grinned back. Damiano turned away to leave before being stopped by Joseph.
"You can't leave yet."
The two glared at each other for a moment before the alternate personality scoffed and returned to the rest of the team.
"Okay, it's time for the next guest!" Chris announced, as a male figure would go up to the microphone, and sing a catchy, upbeat song.
" I won't lie to you
I know he's just not right for you
And you can tell me if I'm off
But I see it on your face
When you say that he's the one that you want
And you're spending all your time
In this wrong situation
And anytime you want it to stop
I know I can treat you better than he can
And any girl like you deserves a gentleman
Tell me, why are we wasting time
On all your wasted crying
When you should be with me instead?
I know I can treat you better
Better than he can."
Abigail seemed to have a huge smile on her face hearing the song, as it was her favourite.
"It's a male…" Brittany muttered to herself, trying to figure out the answer.
"Any ideas?" Lucille looked at Joseph.
"Someone on the other team, maybe?"
"It can't be," Lucille said. "This is someone on our team for sure. Remember during the cooking challenge?" She then looked at Chris. "This song is related to Abigail!"
"That's correct!" Chris announced.
"This is actually my best friend from childhood!" Abigail smiled.
The male would soon step out, smiling. "Abby, you know me so well!"
"Hey, Steven!" Abigail grinned. Steven was 6'2, and had visible muscles on his body, with short, black hair that reached to his neck, and crystal blue eyes. He wore a white dress shirt, with a black leather jacket, blue jeans, long white socks, and white running shoes.
Upon seeing Steven, Fernando pouted and turned his head away.
"Oh come on, are you jealous, Fernando? Besides, Steven and I are just friends, he sees me as his little sister!" Abigail let out.
"If you say so…" The model replied.
"I know so," Abigail put her hand on top of the model's hand. He still kept his head turned away, though now with a sly smirk, which the former child star didn't notice. A young woman went up next, just like with Dante's singer she wore a mask that completely covered her face. The only thing notable about her was long blonde hair. Speaking of Dante's singer, he walked onstage with the woman with a big smile on his face. Abigail seemed a bit jealous seeing the woman, as evident by her pout.
"Ready?" The woman asked the masked man, who nodded and began to play his guitar. Just as before, nobody really recognized her voice.
"Look in my eyes, what do you see?
The cult of personality
I know your anger, I know your dreams
I've been everything you wanna be
Oh, I'm the cult of personality
Like Mussolini and Kennedy
I'm the cult of personality
The cult of personality
The cult of personality…"
"No idea…" Brittany muttered to herself. Joseph's eyebrows furrowed for a moment as he questioned if the song was about him.
"I don't think it is," Abigail let out, clearly a bit upset at the sight of the woman onstage.
"It would make sense if it was though." The captain said. "If it's not then I'm not sure who it is."
"Do you have any idea, Fernando?" Abigail glanced at the male model.
"Well, I know it couldn't possibly be me!"
"Are you sure?" Lucille asked, narrowing her eyes.
"What do you think it is about me?!" Fernando asked incredulously.
"It just sounds like you, honestly," Lucille replied.
"What?! There's no way!"The model scoffed before turning to the masked woman. "Angela, is that you?! Did you sing about me?!"
"I don't know who Angela is." The woman said as she unmasked herself, revealing herself to be someone nobody recognized. "But the song is about you!"
"Yeah." The masked man added, revealing himself to be Johan. "You really need to work on yourself, dude."
Abigail was confused at this, glancing at the model, who just looked confused in general.
"Okay, first off, who are you?!"
"Guys, this is my girlfriend, Jenny. Jenny, these are-"
"Oh, I know who everyone here is, I watch this show, y'know!" Jenny squealed, pinching her boyfriend's cheek. "But I'm here because they couldn't get in touch with Fernando's agent or his parents. Not sure if they were busy or they just don't like him."
"What do you mean? Of course they like me!" Fernando scoffed. "I'm sure my agent just had another call to take or something. My parents are also usually busy keeping track of our stocks and bonds so I can understand them not being able to come. But I would have assumed they would get someone else from the modeling agency to come, not some prom queen and her guitarist boyfriend."
"Don't be rude like that!" Rebekah glared at the male model.
"Oh, whatever, next guest!" Chris would announce, as a masked man, and a masked woman would come onstage. They seemed to be on the older side, as interns would push out a piano. The masked woman would play the piano, and the man would sing.
"When you try your best, but you don't succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse
And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone, but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you"
"Oh my god, I know this one!" Lucille let out, excited. "It's my parents!"
"That's correct! The Flamingos get another point!" Chris announced, as the masked man and the masked woman would remove their masks, revealing their brown eyes, though the man's eyes were a bit lighter. He had black hair with a few gray hairs, and he was pretty tall, while wearing a white t-shirt, jeans, white socks, and white running shoes.
The woman, meanwhile, had the same brown hair like her daughter, though she wore an elegant white sundress, with brown sandals.
"Mom, dad!" Lucille let out, as the two would hug her.
"Hey, sweetie," her mother said. "I can't believe you're still in the game!"
"I know, even I'm surprised. I honestly thought that I would be a goner in the first few days."
"But you didn't," the man smiled. "And no matter how far you go, just know that your mother and I will still cheer you on, even if you don't win."
"I know, but I really want that surgery…" Lucille let out.
"It's too expensive, sweetie," her mother sighed. "Unless we win the lottery or something, there's no way your father and I's salary will cover it…"
"Wait, why was that song about you?" Abigail was confused, looking over at Lucille.
"I was in a coma after the car accident in which I lost my legs," Lucille said. "I was so close to dying, and my parents sang this song everyday, hoping that I would wake up. And I did, 10 days after the accident."
"Oh, Lucille, that's terrible," Abigail frowned, feeling bad for the wheelchair bound violinist.
"When she saw the ads for the show, she wanted to compete, despite being in a wheelchair. She was so determined to get on, and when she got accepted, we were so overjoyed," Lucille's father would let out, with a smile on his face.
"We've been rooting for our beautiful daughter everyday," her mother smiled. "We're so glad she's been able to make such amazing friends!"
"Hopefully, she gets a boyfriend too!" her father grinned, causing Lucille to blush in embarrassment as she tried to avoid looking at Joseph, who also tried avoiding eye contact. "DAAAAAADDDDD! Stop embarrassing me!"
"Sorry, kiddo, I can't help it," her father joked playfully.
Lucille kept blushing a bit, avoiding eye contact with Joseph, but it was difficult to do so.
"BOOORING! NEXT!" Chris announced. What looked to be two young boys wearing colorful masks were the next to take the stage. They were equal in height and skin tone though one wore a blue shirt and black jeans while the other wore a red shirt. Joseph immediately squinted at the two as they both began to sing.
"Some of 'em lie about the sh-"
"STOP!" Joseph called out immediately. "Jason, Jimmy, sing another word and you know mom'll whoop you when you two get home!"
The two boys took off their masks and gave their older brother a stunned expression, showing everyone that the two were actually twins.
"How'd you know it was us?" The boy in red asked.
"Because I've lived with you two long enough to know your voices and you still can't rap. At least not yet."
"Well, looks like the Flamingos get another point! Boys, you two can stay with your big brother for the remainder of the challenge! NEXT!" Chris announced.
A pretty Italian girl would go onstage, wearing a mask that covered her face. Beautiful music began to play, as she sang an opera song.
"Tu pure, o Principessa
Nella tua fredda stanza
Guardi le stelle che tremano
D'amore e di speranza
Ma il mio mistero è chiuso in me
Il nome mio nessun saprà
No, no, sulla tua bocca lo dirò
Quando la luce splenderà
Ed il mio bacio scioglierà
Il silenzio che ti fa mia
Il nome suo nessun saprà
E noi dovrem, ahimè, morir, morir
Dilegua, o notte
Tramontate, stelle
Tramontate, stelle
All'alba vincerò
Vincerò, vincerò!"
Abigail was in awe. "That's Italian…it has to be either Brittany, or Antonio…"
"It's not me," Brittany said. "Yes, I'm Italian, but nobody in my family does opera."
"Then it has to be Antonio then?" Lin asked.
"Correct!" Chris announced, as the singer took off their mask, revealing a pretty girl, with green eyes, and brown hair.
"Lila!" Antonio let out, as he hugged the girl, who wore an orange top, with a pair of jean shorts, and white sandals.
"Ciao, big brother!" Lila smiled.
The next singer would go onstage, and they would sing a song.
"Come baby time to play, you know I want it bad, you too
Yeah baby its okay if it drives me mad, cuckoo
Maybe I love it, maybe I need it
Maybe there ain't no other way to try and please me
No matter how it all goes down, I just know I want you now
So don't you, don't you tell me no,
(My necessary evil)
Yeah I'm in control,
(My necessary evil)
Guilty pleasure is a way to go,
(My necessary evil)
So don't you get emotional,
(My necessary evil)"
"Aleksei, I know this is you," Demetrius said bluntly. The singer took off their mask, nodding. He was Russian, and had platinum blonde hair, and dark green eyes, wearing a t-shirt, shorts, and running shoes.
"Yes, that is correct," the man responded simply.
"The Peacocks get another point!" Chris announced, a hint of laughter in his voice.
"What? I like Nikki Yanofsky," Demetrius let out. "She has good taste in music."
"Sure, sure." Chris said, composing himself. "Next!"
The next singer appeared to be a young man that appeared to be the same age as the contestants. He wore a baby blue buttoned shirt and grey jeans. His hands were visibly shaking a bit as he gripped the microphone. After taking a deep breath, he began to sing.
"If I had a perfect day
I would have it start this way
Open up the fridge and have a tall boy, yeah
Then I'd meet up with my friends
Head out to the game again
We don't even really care who wins
(Hey) wins (hey), one, two, three
Now, excitement seems to grow when we're hangin' with the bros
When we're chillin' and we pound a case of Stroh's
Now the game is cool to see, you can "High 5" on TV
Count the riot on the one, two, three
Operation is in sight and the field is open wide
When you break it, then you know you're still alive
If the cops don't make you pay and you make your getaway
Then you know that's one fine day (hey)"
As the young man stopped singing, the teens all seemed a bit confused as to who the song could be referencing.
"Butch?" Ilyria guessed.
"Y-Yeah! It's about him!" The singer announced, revealing himself to have blond hair and soft, gentle looking eyes. Upon seeing the boy, Butch began to laugh.
"Ah man, Jake, is that you? Didn't think you'd actually come here!" Butch greeted, giving the boy a fist bump.
"NEXT!" Chris announced, as a young boy would go onto the stage, a bit startled at Chris' sudden outburst.
"It doesn't matter if you love him or capital H-I-M
Just put your paws up
'Cause you were born this way, baby
My mama told me when I was young, 'We are all born superstars'
She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on in the glass of her boudoir
'There's nothing wrong with loving who you are'
She said, 'Cause He made you perfect, babe'
So hold your head up, girl, and you'll go far'
Listen to me when I say
I'm beautiful in my way 'cause God makes no mistakes
I'm on the right track, baby, I was born this way
Don't hide yourself in regret, just love yourself, and you're set
I'm on the right track, baby, I was born this way (born this way)
Ooh, there ain't no other way, baby, I was born this way
Baby, I was born this way (born this way)
Ooh, there ain't no other way, baby, I was born this way
Right track, baby, I was born this way
Don't be a drag, just be a queen
Don't be a drag, just be a queen
Don't be a drag, just be a queen
Don't be (don't be, don't be)
Give yourself prudence and love your friends
Subway kid, rejoice your truth
In the religion of the insecure, I must be myself, respect my youth
A different lover is not a sin, believe capital H-I-M (hey, hey, hey)
I love my life, I love this record, and
Mi amore vole fe, yah (same DNA)
I'm beautiful in my way 'cause God makes no mistakes
I'm on the right track, baby, I was born this way
Don't hide yourself in regret, just love yourself, and you're set
I'm on the right track, baby, I was born this way
Ooh, there ain't no other way, baby, I was born this way
Baby, I was born this way (born this way)
Ooh, there ain't no other way, baby, I was born this way
I'm on the right track, baby, I was born this way
Don't be a drag, just be a queen
Whether you're broke or evergreen
You're Black, white, beige, chola descent
You're Lebanese, you're Orient'
Whether life's disabilities left you outcast, bullied, or teased
Rejoice and love yourself today
'Cause, baby, you were born this way
No matter gay, straight, or bi', lesbian, transgender life
I'm on the right track, baby, I was born to survive
No matter Black, white or beige, chola, or Orient' made
I'm on the right track, baby, I was born to be brave
I'm beautiful in my way 'cause God makes no mistakes
I'm on the right track, baby, I was born this way
Don't hide yourself in regret, just love yourself, and you're set
I'm on the right track, baby, I was born this way, yeah
Ooh, there ain't no other way, baby, I was born this way
Baby, I was born this way (born this way)
Ooh, there ain't no other way, baby, I was born this way
I'm on the right track, baby, I was born this way
I was born this way, hey
I was born this way, hey
I'm on the right track, baby, I was born this way, hey
I was born this way, hey
I was born this way, hey
I'm on the right track, baby, I was born this way, hey
Same DNA, but born this way
Same DNA, but born this way!" The person finished the song, and his tone while singing had a bit of a feminine tone, but also a bit of a male tone as well.
"Damn, this one's tough," Brittany let out.
"There are not many people left who have been called." Walter mused. "But this song is indeed a bit vague…"
"What if it's something like a coming out song?" Ilyria guessed. "It mentioned the different sexualities in the song…"
"Coming out…" Jerusha hummed. "I mean, I'm bisexual but I don't think it's about me. Who else here is LGBT?"
"I am," Rebekah said simply. "I'm Lesbian."
"You really don't recognize your own brother! I'm torn, sis!" the singer pouted, before Rebekah groaned. "Romeo Alessandro Vellark!"
The boy took off his mask, smiling. "It's about time! And don't use my full name like that, Rebekah Lilliana Vellark!" The boy wore a rainbow t-shirt, with black jeans, and white running shoes, while having platinum blonde hair, and icy blue eyes.
"Everyone, meet my annoying little brother, Romeo," Rebekah introduced, embarrassed.
"The Peacocks get another point!" Chris announced. "Who's next?!" he asked, as Romeo jumped off the stage to join his sister. The next person up on stage appeared to be a middle aged man wearing a professional, if rather plain, grey suit with a red tie. The man cleared his throat before beginning his song.
"She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if I stare too long, I'd probably break down and cry
Whoa, oh, oh
Sweet child o' mine
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
Sweet love of mine"
Before the man could sing any more, Lin rushed up onto the stage and hugged the man.
"Hi Daddy." She sniffled.
"Hi, Sweetheart." The man responded, returning the embrace as he removed his mask. The man looked rather plain, but he did have the same eyes as his daughter.
"Adorable," Ilyria smiled a little seeing the scene. From the seats a bit further away from the others, Johan and Jenny sat and admired the sight.
"That's so cute!" The blonde girl cooed.
"After what she went through yesterday, I think she's earned that!"
"Okay, okay! Let's do the next person!" Chris announced.
The next person would go onstage, and while they did wear a mask, it didn't cover their whole face, as the person was wearing a hijab, it was light pink in color.
Lucille was a bit confused as she saw the person.
"Yeah, everybody's got a thing
But some don't know how to handle it
Always reaching out in vain
Just taking the things not worth having
But don't you worry 'bout a thing
Don't you worry 'bout a thing, mama
'Cause I'll be standing on the side
When you check it out, oh
They say your style of life's a drag
And that you must go other places
Just don't you feel too bad
When you get fooled by smiling faces
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
Don't you worry 'bout a thing, baby
'Cause I'll be standing on the side
When you check it out
When you get it off your trip
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
Don't you worry 'bout a thing, yeah
Come on!
Everybody needs a change
A chance to check out the new
You're the only one to sees
The changes you take yourself through
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Don't you worry 'bout a thing (thing)
Don't you worry 'bout a thing (thing)
Don't you worry 'bout a thing (thing)
Don't you worry 'bout a thing (thing)
Pa-pa-p, pa-pa-pa-pa
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa
Pa-pa-p, pa-pa-pa-pa
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
Don't you worry 'bout a thing, mama
'Cause I'll be standing on the side
When you check it out
When you get it off your trip
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
Don't you worry 'bout a thing, mama
'Cause I'll be standing on the side
When you check it out
Oh, don't you worry
Don't you worry 'bout a thing, mama
'Cause I'll be standing, I'll be standing
When you
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
Don't you worry 'bout a thing"
"That's a beautiful song…" Rebekah muttered to herself. "But who could it be referencing?"
"Perhaps Brittany?" Ilyria let out.
"I don't know for sure, maybe Walter?" Rebekah took a guess.
"Nope!" Chris announced.
"Okay, then it has to be Brittany!" Lucille guessed, as a ding sound would be heard.
"Correct! The Flamingos get a point!" Chris announced, as the person removed their mask, revealing their light brown skin, and black eyes. She was wearing a white shirt, blue jeans and pink and white trainers.
"Blackbird, good to see you," Brittany smirked.
"Sup, boss?" the girl smirked back.
"What kind of name is Blackbird?" Chris asked, laughing.
Blackbird simply took out a device and pressed a button, which caused some sort of alarm to go off on the host's phone. He pulled it out, with a shock, seeing files being deleted, along with a big blackbird symbol in the middle of the phone. "What on earth?!"
"Nobody messes with Blackbird," the girl said.
"Okay, okay! I apologize, just give me my files back!" Chris begged.
"What's the magic word?" Blackbird asked.
"Please!" Chris begged.
Blackbird pressed another button, giving the host access back to his device, and restoring the deleted files.
"You like Tori Kelly?" Abigail looked at the mob boss in shock.
"Yes, but it's my stepsisters who like her more. Honestly, she does have a good voice," the mob boss replied.
"Okay, that girl scares me," Antonio looked over at Butch while looking at Blackbird.
"You're telling me…" The brute remarked.
"Okay, so who's next?" Chris asked, a bit freaked out from the hack attack. The next singer was a man that was built like a brick wall and stood tall amongst nearly everyone. As he cleared his throat, a few of the teens could hear what sounded like a bit of an Eastern European accent as he began to sing.
"Some folks are born made to wave the flag
Hoo, they're red, white and blue
And when the band plays "Hail to the chief"
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no senator's son, son
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, no
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand
Lord, don't they help themselves, Lord?
But when the taxman come to the door
Lord, the house lookin' like a rummage sale, yeah
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no millionaire's son, no, no
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, no"
As the man finished singing, Walter couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Ah, Papa, I see that singing in English is still a bit difficult for you!"
"It is good to see you still recognize your old man!" The man replied, removing his mask and showing everyone just how much Walter resembled his father as the two looked nearly identical, save for his father having blonde hair and blue eyes.
"What, no snarky comment?" Ilyria whispered as she nudged Butch in the arm.
"I would, but I think if I say it both of them will tear me limb from limb."
"Fair. Even though I can protect you from it," Ilyria grinned.
"I sincerely doubt that…" The young brawler laughed.
"Well, that's out of the way, we've got one last guest!" Chris announced. "And I suppose before the elimination ceremony, you guys can spend time with the guests, and they can get to know the other guests too."
"As long as you two don't cause any trouble!" Joseph warned his young twin brothers.
"We won't!" "Promise!"
Lucille giggled a bit seeing the twins, smiling over at them.
"This is great!" Jenny cheered. "Good sun, good food, it's basically a date!"
"Until Chris asks me to do something. But let me stop before I jinx it." Johan sighed.
The last singer popped up onto the stage in a cloud of smoke. They wore a black cloak covering their entire body and began to sing into the microphone in their hands.
"I don't want a friend (just me)
I want my life in two (my life in two)
Just one more night
Waiting to get there
Waiting for you (all night)
I'm done fighting all night (waiting for you)
When I'm around slow dancing in the dark
Don't follow me, you'll end up in my arms
You have made up your mind
I don't need no more signs
Can you?
Can you?"
The voice was rather deep and masculine sounding.
"This has to be someone close to Jerusha!" Lucille guessed.
"Indeed it is!" The young magician replied excitedly. "Ladies and gentlemen, I am honored to introduce the finest magician in all of Las Vegas: Isaac Saturday the Third!"
The older man removed his cloak, which instantly disappeared into a puff of purple smoke behind him.
"Ah, I may be the final act, but my dear daughter is the true star of this show!" Isaac exclaimed, jumping off of the stage and embracing his daughter.
"Well, with that, it looks like the Fantastic Flamingos are our winners of the challenge, and are safe from elimination!" Chris announced.
"We did it!" Lucille cheered, looking over at her team. Joseph gave both his brothers high-fives, Fernando whipped out a cell phone and walked away from the team, no doubt calling his agent.
Blackbird smirked over at the male model, deciding to have a bit of fun, hacking his phone, and playing a rap song, with very heavy language, causing the twin boys to laugh before Joseph tried covering their ears. With a shout of rage, the model threw his phone at a nearby wall.
"Blackbird!" Brittany shouted.
"Sorry," the girl grinned, as she gave the model access back to his device, which didn't seem to work anymore anyway…
"You know you're gonna have to pay for the phone repairs," Brittany glared at her hacker.
"I can fix it, no biggie. For a price," she looked at the male model.
"Don't bother, I can buy a hundred more…"
"Suit yourself," Blackbird shrugged her shoulders.
Lucille would wheel over to Joseph, smiling as her parents would be with her. "So, these are your twin brothers, hm?"
"Yup, the terrible twosome themselves."
"Hey!" The boys said simultaneously.
"It's a pleasure to meet you both. Your brother has been the best team captain ever," Lucille smiled at them.
"And he's the best big brother ever!"
"No way! He can be the biggest jerk, too!"
As the boys began to go back and forth, they were quickly silenced as Joseph cleared his throat to get their attention.
Lucille would smile as her parents came over to hug their daughter. "Oh, Lucille, we're so proud that your team won!" her mother let out.
"Thanks, mom," Lucille smiled at her parents happily.
Lucille's father looked over at Joseph. "So, you're the captain of the team? It's a pleasure to meet the man who's helped our beautiful daughter win some of the challenges," he said. Joseph eagerly shook the man's hand, giving him a confident smile.
"Of course. Lucille's been one of the most important parts of the team."
"We're so glad that she has someone to look up to, even though she's unable to run and walk like the rest of the cast here," her mother let out sadly. "Naturally, we've been hoping for the day that she could walk again, but the surgery is very expensive."
"I'm sure it's not easy for you all…" The captain said, looking at his brothers who were surprisingly quiet.
"No. Unless we win the lottery or something, we'd never be able to afford it," Lucille's father sighed.
"But if I win, then we can afford the surgery," Lucille let out. "Here's hoping…"
"Only one of us can win though…" Joseph commented, his tone a bit lower.
"Yeah, that's the downside though," Lucille sighed, before looking over at the twins. "You two are awfully quiet."
"Well, talking about the prize money and why both of our families want it is kinda rough." Jason began.
"Is that so?" Lucille's mother asked curiously.
"Yeah." Jimmy continued. "We're a pretty big family back home. There's the three of us, our younger sister, Trinity, and our younger brother. Then there's our mom and dad who are always working."
"Goodness," Lucille's father let out. "And I only grew up with one brother."
"I'm an only child myself," Lucille's mother said.
"Yeah, it's a bit hard for Trinity, since she's the only girl in the family." The red wearing boy added, causing his brother to pique with excitement.
"Joey! Can Lucille come over one day and hang out with her?!"
"Me? Why?" Lucille looked surprised. "I can't run and walk like you all!"
"Ah, don't worry about all that!" Jason assured, Joseph bringing an embarrassed hand to his face as he blushed just a bit. "Our little sister likes playing with makeup and dolls, you won't need to move around that much!"
"Guys, Trin is only 7. I don't think Lucille would want to play with a kid."
"It'd be a little weird, considering the age gap between me and her," Lucille admitted, disappointing the boys.
"Aww, come on! It'd give you an excuse to see Joey, too!"
"Yeah, you guys seem to really like each other!"
Lucille blushed deeply hearing this. "Well, I do like him a lot…"
Before anyone could say anything else, Joseph took his two brothers by the arms and began to hurry away.
"Okay, I think that's enough chit chat for now. Why don't you let Lucille and her parents enjoy some time together!" The Flamingo captain said. "We'll catch up with you all later!"
Lucille nodded, giggling a bit, and would spend time with her parents.
From a bit further away, Damiano left the auditorium and sat in the lobby, looking out the window and out towards the ocean.
Abigail would approach the young man. "Hey, is everything okay?"
"I'm fine." Damiano replied flatly. "Just thinking about a few things."
"Like what?" Abigail would sit next to him. "Is it because you didn't have a guest?"
"Not at all. I'm not really expecting anyone to come visit. My mother typically works most of the day."
"I'm so sorry," Abigail frowned, putting her hand on his in a comforting manner, which he quickly pulled away from.
"Don't be. It's not your fault that my mother didn't marry my father. Not like I ever really knew him much anyway. No, I was thinking about something else."
"Anything in particular? You can tell me, we're friends," Abigail said. "And I think you're a cool guy."
"I'm afraid there are some things that I just can't tell you."
Abigail frowned at this. "Oh…"
"Please, excuse me." Damiano said, standing up and heading back to the auditorium.
*Confessionals*
Abigail: "I can't believe Dante pushed me away like that…something's really up with him. D'you think he might be jealous of how close Fernando and I are getting?"
*static*
Damiano: "Ugh, that girl just can't keep away! I didn't pay attention to how much she and Dante talked before I took over, but whatever he did, it's making her get too close to me!"
*End Confessionals*
Pretty Peacocks
"Ugh, we lost, again," Rebekah let out bitterly.
"Now we need to choose someone to be eliminated. It's always so tough," Ilyria said, glancing at her team.
"We need to consider our options." Walter began. "Keeping the next few challenges in mind, who would be our best assets?"
"Well, for one, Demetrius and Lin are good, especially you and Butch," Rebekah said. "Even Antonio's pretty good."
"Speaking of which, there's something I've got to say," Antonio said, as he quickly explained to the team what he overheard last night.
Demetrius would laugh. "Don't be ridiculous, Antonio. Do you really think I'm the type of guy who wants to take over the world?"
"Exactly!" Walter nodded. "That's preposterous!"
"But you're helping him, Walter!" Antonio let out, looking at the soldier.
"We're roommates, and just friends," Demetrius said calmly.
"Dude, I think this game is getting to you." Butch sighed. "Like, I get Ilyria's an agent, but that doesn't mean there's some comic book supervillain here on the show. We've been through this already. Demetrius and I even talked about this earlier. Nothing's going on! Now, relax!"
"But don't you remember the season with Scarlet? She was evil too!"
"And Chris has likely taken precautions to prevent anyone like that from coming on the show again." Walter replied. "I'm sure you just saw one too many action movies."
"I'm not lying guys!" the soccer player exclaimed. "I'm telling the truth! Girls, do you believe me?!"
"It is a bit suspicious," Ilyria let out, glancing at Demetrius. "Maybe I need to look into it…"
"Agreed. My skills as the daughter of a police chief can help you," Rebekah looked at the spy.
"I'd appreciate all the help I can get," the spy nodded. "What's your take on this, Lin?"
The Peacocks looked around only to find their smallest teammate was nowhere to be found.
"Where could she be?" Rebekah asked.
"She mentioned that she needed some time to herself." Butch answered. "Said something about not liking the fact that she hasn't really looked around the island, or something. She'll be back before the ceremony. I'm surprised you didn't hear her say she was going!"
"I suppose we'll soon find out which one of us will be leaving the competition soon," Ilyria said.
"Attention Peacocks! 5 minutes until another member of your flock has to fly away! Don't be late! McLean out!" Chris announced on the loudspeaker.
"Well, I guess we should make our final preparations," Rebekah glanced at the team.
Elimination Ceremony (Pretty Peacocks)
"You know what? I think we should let you say your voting intentions in the confessionals for the remainder of the season," Chris grinned, looking over at the peacocks. "So go ahead and vote, because one of you will be eliminated!"
*Voting Confessionals*-Pretty Peacocks
Rebekah: "Well, this is the first time I'm gonna have to do this…but I think I'm gonna have to vote for Antonio. Sorry, buddy."
*static*
Butch: "Can't have you interfere with the Boss's plan. Sorry, Toni."
*static*
Walter: "The Boss wants you gone, so it must be done."
*static*
Lin: "Demetrius is up to something for sure, I don't know what it is but I do know he's been talking to Butch and Walter for at least a couple of days now. Pretty sure I can't stop them right now, and if they're targeting someone, they're definitely leaving tonight unless some sort of miracle happens. But for now, I'm safe. Couldn't find that Invincibility Statue either… not yet, at least."
*static*
Ilyria: "Demetrius, you're up to no good, so my vote's for you."
*static*
Antonio: "I'm voting for Demetrius, he's bad news."
*static*
Demetrius: "You're gone, Antonio. You heard too much, and it's bad that you're on to me."
End Voting Confessionals-Pretty Peacocks
Six s'mores would be on the plate that Chris held. "If I call your name, you're safe. Rebekah," he said. Rebekah would smirk as she went to get her s'more.
"Butch," Chris said. The brute chuckled to himself as he hurried to get his treat.
"Walter." The soldier nodded and followed the others.
"Ilyria." The spy looked relieved as she collected her s'more.
"Lin." The street urchin cast an aside glance towards Demetrius before heading up.
"One s'more remains, and two boys. Only one of you can stay in the competition. That person is…" Chris began, going into a dramatic pause.
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"...Demetrius," he said.
"As expected," the man stood up to collect his s'more. Antonio looked shocked at this.
"This is impossible! I can't believe you guys don't believe me!" he exclaimed.
"You sounded way too crazy, dude!" Butch shook his head.
Antonio huffed, storming up to the room, not bothering to go into the Pool for Fools.
"No, Friendo, come back!" Terra called out from a pool floatie shaped like a banana.
"He'll come back. Eventually." Spikke was sitting on a pool chair.
"Well, you guys are dismissed! Here's hoping we don't see you again after the next challenge!" Chris laughed.
The guests would soon go to another hotel not far from the resort, after spending a bit more time on the island. Chris would be with Chef and Alexis, ready to do the famous recap.
"Well, with Antonio gone, we're down to 13 contestants left! Will the Flamingos keep their winning streak, or will the Peacocks get a win?" the host asked.
"Will there be more love moments between Joseph and Lucille, along with Fernando and Abigail?" Alexis asked the camera.
"We're also quickly approaching the merge! Can both teams keep it together until then? Or will one of them completely melt down? Seems like we're building to the latter." Chris added.
"Find out, on the next incredible episode of…Total!" Alexis began.
"Drama…!" Chris continued.
"HAWAIIAN RESORT!" The two finished.
Antonio: 4 votes
Demetrius: 3 votes
Fantastic Flamingos: Joseph, Abigail, Brittany, Jerusha, Fernando, Dante, and Lucille
Pretty Peacocks: Rebekah, Ilyria, Lin, Butch, Walter, and Demetrius
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)
LaViolaViolaRosa: Man, what a chapter that was! Things are heating up so much!
Allureon: We have plenty of surprises coming up in the next chapters too, some of the storylines we've been cooking up so far are about to come to a head.
LaViolaViolaRosa: Well, in the next chapter, the challenge will involve an escape room! This should be very interesting to see! See you all in the next update!