Total Drama Revenge of the Film Lot Chapter 22: Accelerating and Angry, a total drama series fanfic

"Last time, on Total Drama Revenge of the Film Lot..." Chris began the recap, currently driving a sports car down a seemingly fancy looking street while the camera followed him before the footage from last episode began. "The teams were finally dissolved, and alliances were swiftly made! The Munchers decided to use their strength in numbers and stick together, while Flaky was finally free from the wrath of Trixie and Thomas! Delanie kept her crew going, and after some sneaky set ups by Trina, was able to stir distrust among the former Munchers. During the marine challenge, Beck shocked us all by actually trying, and proved to be a big force as he won the challenge on his own! Due to Trixie and Klaas talking to each other, the former Munchers didn't trust him anymore, so he ended up getting the boot! Will the distrust continue? Or will our schemers have to find new ways to make it further in the game? Stay tuned to find out right here, on Total, Drama, Reeeeeeeevenge of the Film Lot!"

Intro Sequence:

The rock tune of I Wanna Be Famous started up, with high-grade film cameras popping out of different places. First out of the chimney of a trailer, then out the window of a soundstage, a toxic waste barrel after that, and finally a sewer manhole before a movie clapper came in and closed, letting the full shot begin.

Dear Mom and Dad, I'm doing fine, you guys are on my mind

The camera zoomed onto the film lot, passing by Chris in a dingy golf cart being pushed by Irene, Elroy, Oliver, and Ted, while Virgil was stuck to the cart itself. Going past several soundstages, the camera weaved between a few movie backdrops, before going up the large hill that led to the soap opera sets on top. The shot then dove down into a pool of water below where King was swimming inside. He saw Fang swim up behind him, so he turned around and punched him right in the face, sending the mutant shark flying up.

You asked me what I wanted to be, and I think the answer is plain to see

Flynn was above the water, now in a soundstage, commandeering a pirate ship floating on it while Delanie copied his behavior. Fang landed on their ship though, forcing both of them to dive off of it. Trixie had watched the two jump down, smirking at their misfortune.

I wanna beeeeeee famous!

The shot now panned out of this soundstage, passing up Kahlin running out of one of the dressing booths, with Sasquatchanakwa right behind him. Jack was looking over some outfits on a rack, although Lilac jumped out from behind some of the clothes, showing her teeth and scaring him.

I wanna live close to the sun

Beck was relaxing on a lounge chair on a beach set, his hands behind his head. He winked at the camera, while Flaky and Bonnie were ogling at him from behind a bush.

So pack your bags cuz I've already won

Panning to the right and into the makeup trailer confessional, Kylie was doing her makeup, applying lipstick at the moment. Trina walked inside, carrying a basket of different foundation. Kylie looked them over, then shooed Trina away.

Everything to prove, nothing in my way, I'll get there one day

Klaas and Vergil were in a boxing ring together, both of them glaring at each other. Vergil threw a punch, as did Klaas, with their fists colliding as they did so. Both of them fell back because of this, although Esteban was quick to run in and help them up.

Cuz I wanna beeeeeee famous!

Toby was in the kitchen with Chef, with Athena preparing some kind of soup. She seemed to be having trouble with it though, so Toby walked over to help her out. Maxine was watching this from a monitor in Chris's office, then pressed a button to try and blow up the kitchen.

Na na na nana, nananana, nananana

This blew up a different set though, where Thomas, Nanashi, and Jim were inside. A bear had taken the brunt of the explosion though, and it let out a roar at the three of them. Jim pointed at the other two and ran off with a guilty look, although Thomas ran away as well, leaving Nanashi to get chased by the bear.

I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous!

Diamond and Melissa were sitting at the outdoor theater on the benches when Jim and Thomas ran by. They didn't pay much mind to it though, but Freddy popped up from behind them both with a puppet mask on, startling them both. Diamond laughed, while Melissa rolled her eyes.

I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous!

A flash from the outdoor projector transitioned to the Aftermath studio, where Donna was sitting in between Geoff and Bridgette. Mittens the monkey hopped up from behind the couch, scowling at the aftermath hosts. This confused both, with the shot then zooming out to show the rest of the contestants sitting in the peanut gallery benches, whistling along with the last notes of the intro while the season logo was shown on a TV above.

After the intro, the episode began on a shot of the craft services tent in the morning, before zooming in and cutting to the inside, where some of the contestants were currently having their breakfast. At the moment it was just Thomas and Trixie eating together, still having an awkward air around them. "So, how did you accomplish this?" Thomas asked Trixie curiously, then ate a spoonful of the expired custard Chef was serving.

"Accomplish what?" Trixie asked, slightly confused.

"You staying. We were outnumbered, and Delanie seemed to want you gone as well. By all accounts, you should have been eliminated." Thomas stated bluntly.

Trixie snickered, twirling her spoon at Thomas. "Well Thomas my friend, I've got ways of digging myself out of those kind of holes. Trina wanted to form an alliance with us, so I got her to set up Klaas to be booted by his own alliance mates. Trust is a big thing with alliances, and a big one off of people who already weren't too fond of each other was bound to fall apart immediately." Trixie explained, taking the credit for the scheme.

"My friend? You... consider us friends?" Thomas questioned, already having digested the scheme now.

Trixie paused, deciding to choose her next words carefully. "...Yeah. After what we've done together, and you sticking your neck out for me, least I can call you is that. Just don't let it get to your head." Trixie answered, switching to a serious tone.

Thomas nodded, covering his mouth for a moment. "Of course. Simply sought an explanation for the title." Thomas replied in full accordance.

Kahlin then walked into the craft services tent, his eyes right away falling on Trixie. "Ah! There you are! Had a feeling you'd be out of the girls' trailer already. Did you find it?" Kahlin greeted Trixie, walking right up to her and Thomas.

Trixie nodded, reaching into her pants and pulling out Trina's old notebook, with a spiral on the cover. "Got it right here. We're square now, you hear?" Trixie told Kahlin firmly, waiting to hand it over.

Kahlin gave a thumbs up, winking at Trixie. "Sounds good to me! Where'd you find it by the way? Just so I know where to put it back if I feel like doing that." Kahlin asked her, deciding they were even, to which Trixie handed over the notebook.

"She keeps both of them at the foot of her bunk under the blanket. Not many places to hide stuff, especially something she'd wanna keep close to her. Now buzz off before someone thinks something is up." Trixie answered quickly, then shooed him away.

Kahlin did just that, taking off his hat for a moment and putting the notebook on his head, then putting the hat back on. "Figures, well thanks again!" Kahlin shot a finger gun to Trixie, then left the tent without even bothering with the custard.

-Confessional: Trixie-

Trixie leaned back in her seat, lifting one hand. "Should I be stealing from my new alliance mate? Probably not. But Trina really did pull a fast one getting Klaas eliminated like that, using me as the bait. I need someone to keep her in check while we work together, so whatever Kahlin is cooking up is fine by me."

-Confessional: Kahlin-

Kahlin was flipping through the notebook, having a big grin on his face as he did so. "Oh my, there sure is an exact layout of everything leading up to the merge here, and then some! She played everything to a tee with no problems at all, big respect to her there. She still goofed up voting Toby though, no one as innocent as she asks would let that happen. Seems she stopped writing in this notebook right after she got the new one, since this stops at the final 8. I need to make sure her plans get derailed before that, although some of the things in here could benefit me. In fact, a good amount of things in here already have. Did you know she set up Vergil of all people? She sort of saved me in that way, you go girl! But now? You gotta go girl!"

-End Confessionals-

In the girls' trailer, Melissa was currently doing pushups to warm herself up for the day as always, while Delanie had now woken up and gotten dressed. "Good morning campers! I hope you're all ready to have a great and sunny day ahead!" Delanie shouted in her Counselor Debbie cheery tone, waking up the other three girls still sleeping.

Trina sat up in her bunk and ran a hand through her hair, waking herself up a bit. "Good morning ma'am..." Trina mumbled, letting out a yawn afterward.

Trina then hopped off her bunk and got dressed, while Flaky and Bonnie now woke up. Only this time, Bonnie sat up and smirked as she looked to Flaky sleeping next to her in the same bunk. "Rise and shine Flakes." Bonnie told Flaky, playfully elbowing her.

Flaky opened her eyes and slowly sat up, blushing right away as she looked into Bonnie's soulless gaze. Anyone would be unnerved by it, but Flaky wasn't the slightest bit uncomfortable with it. "Oh y-yeah... I thought last n-night was a dream..." Flaky commented, staying underneath the blankets while Bonnie hopped down and got dressed in the open.

Delanie was disgusted by this, pointing a finger at Bonnie, then at Flaky. "You two! Sharing a bunk like that is strictly against the code of conduct for our trailers! It's clear PDA and you two must cease!" Delanie scolded them.

Bonnie just chuckled as she put her jacket on, giving a wave of dismissal to Delanie. "Eh. We're just friends, with a little more~" Bonnie responded, then winked at Flaky.

Melissa gagged at this, while Trina now reached under her blanket to get her notebook. "Umm... my c-clothes are on my bunk..." Flaky told Bonnie in a quiet tone, still covering herself.

In response, Flaky got her leopard shorts thrown at her face, followed by one of Bonnie's jackets. "Those'll look good on you instead." Bonnie replied bluntly.

Flaky just nodded and got dressed, with Trina now tossing her own blanket aside and looking underneath her bunk with worry. "Is there something you're looking for?" Delanie asked Trina, trying not to focus on Bonnie and Flaky now.

"Nope! Just making sure there's no bedbugs ma'am!" Trina quickly responded, putting the blanket back in place after that. She just held her gift notebook from Thomas with her, then hurriedly walked out of the trailer.

-Confessional: Bonnie-

Bonnie snickered, rubbing her hands. "After last night, yeah, Flaky is just as freaky as I hoped~ puts me to shame honestly. I should dig through her game collection sometime, might find some interesting stuff in there..."

-Confessional: Trina-

Trina looked very worried, currently jotting down locations in her notebook. "My old notepad is gone! I know I didn't misplace it, I keep it in the same spot! I can't go asking around for it either, because then people will want to know what's in it! One of the girls has to have it, Trixie maybe? Or is Bonnie shiftier than I thought? Hmm... I just have to settle down here. No irrational moves. I still have my current notebook, and I already know my plan to win. I just have to carry it out regardless, my old notebook doesn't cover much else since I stopped writing in it anyway. I'll get through this..."

-End Confessionals-

Over in the guys' trailer, Beck got out of bed to see just Jim brushing his teeth at the moment, since Kahlin and Thomas had already left the trailer. "Good morning, feels kind of empty here huh?" Beck greeted Jim as he got dressed.

Jim spit out his toothpaste into the sink, giving Beck a distasteful glance before just looking away. "Hmph. It's only going to get more empty once you're gone." Jim replied coldly.

Beck was a little taken aback, scratching the back of his head. "Uh, okay? Not sure what brought that on. Was it me winning yesterday? Because like, that was probably a fluke." Beck asked Jim, walking closer.

Jim reached into his pocket, pulling out a ripped note. "I've heard from a few people why you're here, read it all too. But I'll ask you this last time. Why are you in this game?" Jim asked him back, still not looking at Beck.

Beck shrugged, putting his unbuttoned shirt on and putting his hands in his pockets. "I needed something to do over the summer, and it was either a camping retreat or this. Got accepted pretty quickly here since I'm an up and coming actor. And since I've stuck it out this long, might as well try and win now." Beck answered casually.

"That. That right there, that's what brought this on. You really have nothing to lose here do you?" Jim stated aggressively, pointing a finger at Beck.

Beck paused, before just shrugging again. "Guess not. Was I supposed to put a bunch on the line for a show like this?" Beck replied, leaning back a little.

"God you're insufferable. I've been busting mah bum off since we got here to stay in the game, and you've just been cruising through! And now you want to start trying!? I'm a better actor than you'll ever be, so why do you get the free pass to life?" Jim ranted, poking Beck in the chest.

Beck held up both hands, still trying to play it cool. "Take it easy man. I'm the one with an actual career, so I don't think you can really say you're better. I've got my own things I'm dealing with, probably just as much as you are. Like Delanie has been a real piece of work to deal-"

Beck didn't get to finish as Jim slapped him across the face, glaring at him as he recoiled. "Don't you dare compare your ol' spat with Delanie to anything I've been through. You're worse than the others made you out to be, I've got no qualms at all now, you're going down." Jim told Beck, before storming out of the trailer.

As soon as Jim left, the loudspeakers blared throughout the film lot, making Beck cover his ears as he stood alone in the trailer. "Good morning crew! Meet me in soundstage 27 for today's challenge as fast as you can! Maybe as furiously as you can too!" Chris ordered everyone through the speaker, before it then shut off, prompting Beck to just stroll out of the trailer to head to said soundstage.

-Confessional: Beck-

Beck rubbed his cheek for a moment, having a bored look on his face. "Talk about insecure. No wonder he doesn't have a career."

-End Confessional-

Inside of soundstage 27, the final 10 arrived to what looked like a massive garage. There were motorcycle, car, and other vehicle parts strewn throughout the building, plenty of tools and supplies. "Is this a film set or just the lot's garage?" Melissa asked, looking around.

Chris then drove through the back entrance, which was raised by Chef to allow him to drive in riding a red sports car. "Fmly." Chris muttered as he got out of the car, wearing a bald cap and a pair of sunglasses.

"What? That was incoherent." Thomas asked Chris, not understanding him.

Chris cleared his throat, chuckling a little. "Family. That's the focus of today's challenge!" Chris replied, right back to his usual tone.

Trixie gestured to all the vehicle parts with her thumb, raising an eyebrow. "Family movies? Not racing movies or whatever all this mechanic stuff is for?" Trixie remarked, a little confused.

Chris shook his head, patting the hood of his sports car. "Oh, we're definitely not doing family movies. Today's movie genre is street racing movies! Souped up cars, awesome races, leaving the cops in the dust, and most importantly, fmly." Chris introduced the genre, mumbling the last part.

"You did it again." Thomas pointed out.

Beck looked to Thomas, lifting a hand. "It's just a reference to the fas-"

"NO DON'T SAY IT! We can't afford to license that name!" Chris shouted urgently, shutting Beck up.

Trina was writing in her notebook faster than usual, still looking worried. "Sir, what is the challenge for this genre then?" Trina asked him, raising one hand.

Chris was glad to move on, so he walked over to the vehicle parts, stopping in front of a bunch of frames. "For today's challenge, you'll be pairing up for this two part challenge! For part 1, you'll be making your own hot rods out of these go-kart frames! You're not all licensed drivers, so we can't let you drive real cars!" Chris began to explain the challenge.

"Then part 2 is a race with them, got it." Melissa added, seeing where this was going.

Chris nodded, then gestured to a bunch of junk parts in a pile in the corner of the garage. "Yup! But whoever makes the coolest go-kart in part 1 gets a big advantage for part 2! So make sure you actually wow me and Chef! You'll have two hours to start and finish, so pick your pairs and get building!" Chris elaborated, giving everyone the go ahead as he got back in his sports car and sped out of the garage.

Right away, Flaky hurried over to Bonnie. "W-We're partners for this right?" Flaky asked her.

Bonnie nodded, giving the gamer a fist bump. "Yep. Let's get the car put together first, we'll think about how we want to decorate it later." Bonnie paired up with Flaky, and the two jogged over to the frames.

Melissa walked up to Kahlin, giving a quick wave. "Do you want to partner up for this?" Melissa asked him.

Kahlin nodded, giving a wink. "Sure thing! I know a thing or two about putting stuff together, our toy store back home actually sold go-karts for a while. Those were for little kids, but these are just a bigger scale right?" Kahlin took up the partnership confidently.

Delanie and Beck didn't even need to make a verbal agreement, with the two just walking together to the go-kart frames to pick one out. "I am certain this is obvious, but we are partners for this challenge correct?" Thomas asked Trixie.

"Yeah, easily. Building a go kart is like stripping one for parts in reverse, can't be too difficult." Trixie responded as the two set off for the frames.

After seeing the four pairs all match up so quickly and set out, Jim groaned as he saw who that left him with. "Well sir, it appears that we are partners for this challenge." Trina pointed out, looking up at Jim.

"Just do what I say, and don't get in mah way." Jim told Trina coldly as he marched forward, with the secretary following close behind him.

-Confessional: Jim-

Jim facepalmed, having a dreadful look on his face. "We get a challenge that'll probably take some elbow grease to finish, and I'm stuck with Smellwether? The heaviest thing she's probably picked up is a stapler, I'm screwed here."

-End Confessional-

Melissa and Kahlin had their frame already laid out in one corner of the garage, with the two currently putting the tires on. "Phew, glad this is pretty simple! I was worried Chris would have us try and build an engine from scratch." Melissa commented as she used a power drill to fasten one of the rear tires.

Kahlin nodded in agreement, currently attaching the front tires. "Mhmm, immunity is pretty big though, so I think the other pairs are going to be upping their game in the decoration department. We'll have to be more creative than them there." Kahlin told Melissa, finishing securing the front left tire.

"What kind of theme should we go for the decorations then? It'll probably take more than just painting it nice to wow Chris." Melissa asked him, trying to come up with that part of the process now.

Kahlin tapped his chin, before just going to work on the front right tire. "Not sure. Chris themed would be too obvious, he'd know we're just sucking up to him." Kahlin threw out an idea, but didn't sound too confident.

Melissa now paused to think as well, smiling when she got an idea. "You said you worked on go-karts back home right? Why don't you just decorate our go-kart like that?" Melissa suggested.

Kahlin chuckled, not sure what to say immediately. "Well... I worked on go-karts for kids, I'm not sure this is the same. But they did look nice if I say so myself! Yeah, we'll do that then." Kahlin accepted the suggestion, then finished fastening the front right tire.

-Confessional: Kahlin-

Kahlin let out a light chuckle, resting an arm on the vanity. "Melissa is cool, she might be the only noble person left in the game honestly. I liked working with her on the Munchers, and if there is anyone I want to see win that isn't me, it's probably her. I enjoyed working with her on the Munchers the most, and it's the same here."

-End Confessional-

Flaky and Bonnie had just gotten their engine placed behind the chassis of the go-kart, having set it down together. "Whew! T-That's the hard part done!" Flaky let out, dusting off her hands.

Bonnie nodded, looking over the bare go-kart. "Uh huh, so how are we decorating this thing?" Bonnie asked Flaky, unable to think of anything off the top of her head.

Flaky narrowed her eyes at the go-kart as she thought, before giggling and blushing. "S-So... why don't w-we make the decorations actually h-help the go-kart function? Knowing Chris, w-we're going to get into d-danger with these." Flaky began to suggest, walking to the front of the go-kart.

"Right..." Bonnie agreed, following along.

"So m-maybe something on the f-front for ramming, or just a s-safety measure so we d-don't crash once and lose. Maybe something b-bouncy. And I t-think we should umm... p-paint it purple." Flaky suggested, patting the front of the go-kart.

"I see exactly where you're going with this, I'm fully down. We can just paint some medicine balls, I saw a couple in the junk pile." Bonnie agreed to the idea, winking at Flaky.

Flaky giddily nodded, then darted past Bonnie to hurry to the junk pile. "Heh, I've made a monster." Bonnie snickered to herself, just walking as she followed Flaky.

Trixie and Thomas had already gotten their engine and tires attached, and now just had their dull husk of a go-kart to look at. "Welp, we built it. That's all Chris really asked of us." Trixie stated, not expecting it to be that easy.

Thomas nodded, looking over the go-kart with a frown. "Likely because decorating it and outdoing the other pairs is where the real challenge comes in. What do you propose?" Thomas asked her, adjusting his glasses.

"Nothing." Trixie answered right away, sitting down in the go-kart and making sure all the other parts were there.

"...nothing? Won't we surely lose this challenge then?" Thomas brought up, raising an eyebrow.

Trixie nodded, smirking as she looked back up at Thomas. "Entirely the point. The other four pairs are gonna completely deck their go-karts out and go for each other in the second half, while we just stay lowkey. I already have enough people here that don't like me, I don't need to make myself a bigger target." Trixie explained, gesturing to Flaky and Bonnie currently attaching medicine balls to the front of their go-kart, then at Beck and Delanie painting their go-kart bright gold.

Thomas saw what the other pairs were doing, now considering Trixie's idea. "I suppose you do have a point there. But are you certain this is the best course of action? You- we need this immunity. The votes are going to be 5-5 against the former Muncher alliance. The less likely you are to be in the tiebreaker the better." Thomas advised, somewhat concerned.

Trixie gave a wave of dismissal, putting her hands behind her head as she leaned back in her seat. "Relax, I'm not even the big target. If they go for anyone, it's going to be Delanie and her three person alliance, not me. Not like she's going to win immunity anyway." Trixie reasoned confidently.

"If you say so." Thomas just agreed to her logic, then sat down in the go-kart with her.

-Confessional: Thomas-

Thomas straightened his hair, looking at the camera with a frown. "I am concerned for Trixie to say the least. I know she has her sneaky methods, it's how she got to the merge, but I don't like this risk. She called me her friend, and I have to look out for her as one. I... I had some friends growing up, sort of. They're gone now, typical of the profession and I don't want to let Trixie down like I did with them."

-End Confessional-

Jim was doing the heavy lifting for his pair, attaching the tires and securing the engine in place while Trina was handling the paint and decoration. It was getting a bright red coat of paint, with makeshift spikes made out of broken rakes and shovels fastened to the sides. "Is this to your liking sir?" Trina asked Jim, gesturing to a rake end she attached to the front.

Jim glanced at it, then nodded. "Looks fine to me, but if it ain't enough to even prick your finger on, take it off." Jim responded, trying to stay cordial.

"Will do sir!" Trina did as told, checking to see how sharp the rake ends were by poking them with her finger.

Jim rolled his eyes at her dutiful attitude, trying to focus on the engine and making sure it wouldn't explode when they would drive it. "Whatever." was all he responded with as he worked.

A bit later, Trina resumed her painting now that she had surrounded the sides of their go-kart with spikes, soon coming to a spot near where Jim was attaching a tire. "I know we've only talked a couple of times before, but can I ask you something sir?" Trina requested.

Jim shrugged, giving Trina a bitter look. "I'm not joining your alliance. I know Delanie and Beck have you run their errands for them. So don't bother." Jim shot her down presumptuously.

Trina let out a sigh, looking down at the floor. "It wasn't that actually sir. I need some help regarding them though." Trina corrected him, sounding more sad.

"Oh really? I'd be down to vote out Beck if that's what you're asking." Jim replied, his interest caught somewhat.

"Is that my solution? Maybe sir. But we're getting closer to the end, and I just feel like once Delanie, Beck, and I make it to the final 3, they'll vote me out. Like yeah we're together right now, but I just don't matter that much to them as they do to each other. Do you get what I mean sir?" Trina vented her problem, sighing again.

Jim paused, giving her question some actual thought. He looked around the garage, getting a sinking feeling. "Yeah, you're definitely just fodder to them. They're literally dating. But hey, that's if all three of you make it to the final 3, which is 100% not happening." Jim just confirmed her worries, rubbing some salt in.

Trina frowned, sitting down and lowering her paint tools. "You're right sir... I'm done. I don't matter much to anyone here do I? You at least understand how that feels a little right?" Trina gave in to the sadness, looking up at Jim.

Jim again paused, the sinking feeling getting worse. "Nope." Jim just told her quickly, putting on a stern face and walking away to head to the junk pile.

-Confessional: Trina-

Trina rubbed her hands together, before pulling out her notebook and writing in it. "And now the seeds have been planted! I was hoping to be paired up with Melissa in this challenge, but Jim is just as effective, if not more so for what I have planned. That stuff I said to him? That was just acting of course! Not like I actually feel like no one cares about me here. I have Dela- actually not her. Hmm..." Trina's smirk disappeared as she now got a sinking feeling as well, a sudden realization hitting her.

-End Confessional-

The two hours flew by, and soon enough Chef drove into the garage in his jeep, checking on the teens and their go-karts. "Listen up! Chris is waiting for y'all in the outdoor desert set, so drive your go-karts out there for inspection! Don't keep him waiting!" Chef ordered everyone, then drove back out.

As Chef ordered, the pairs all got in their two seat go-karts, turned them on, and drove out of the garage one by one to head to the outdoor sets on the film lot and find the desert set. "Time to score ourselves our advantage!" Melissa declared as she drove while Kahlin sat in the passenger seat.

Cutting to the desert set, Chris stood on a wooden platform just beside a road that went through said set. It was your typical New Mexico styled desert, with a few cliffs and large rocks serving as landmarks, and plenty of fake cacti. "I sent Chef like 30 minutes ago! How is it taking this long?" Chris asked impatiently, while Elroy wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Chef then arrived in his jeep, parking it beside the platform. "What took you so long!?" Chris let out angrily, tapping his foot.

"Oh, my bad. Had to stop at the drive through on the way there." Chef apologized insincerely, getting out of his jeep and climbing up the ladder to the platform while carrying a soda in one hand.

Chris facepalmed, giving Chef the side eye. "Drive thru? There isn't even one on this film l- OH and here they are now!" Chris's train of thought was cut off as he heard the pairs now driving down the road to the platform.

The first pair to arrive was Delanie and Beck, in a bright gold go-kart that glistened in the sun. "Wr her." Delanie mumbled as she got out of the go-kart, parking it in front of the platform.

"Huh?" Chris asked, now on the receiving end of this joke.

"It's her new character. Vin Serento." Beck informed Chris, already seemingly tired of this character.

Delanie nodded, leaning on her go-kart. "Imma family man. We race." Delanie stated, talking in a gravely tone.

Chris just moved on and looked at the go-kart, frowning as he analyzed it. "So you guys just did a paint job and that's it?" Chris asked them, his lack of patience showing.

"Yep, Delanie insisted." Beck answered, not caring much.

Delanie nodded to confirm, patting the engine on the go-kart now. "We ain't doing more than painting. Messes up the 212cc4strokeindustrialstart on the engine." Delanie told Chris, being almost incoherent describing the specs.

Chris looked at Chef, who just held up both hands. "I ain't got a clue what she said either." Chef told Chris, taking a step back.

Chris then looked at the pair again, giving them a thumbs down. "Me neither, and doing just a paint job is lame! You're in first right now, but that's definitely not lasting." Chris gave them his review, to which Beck sighed and Delanie let out an unamused grunt.

Next up was Trixie and Thomas, who parked right beside Beck and Delanie's go-kart. "Did- did you even do anything?" Chris asked them in disbelief, not expecting the next go-kart to be worse.

"No, no we did not." Thomas stated, stepping out with Trixie.

"Oh oops, we forgot to decorate it I guess." Trixie commented sarcastically, chuckling as she got out.

Irene handed Chris his clipboard, to which he now wrote down the scores for the first two pairs. "This is just embarrassing. Beck and Delanie stay in the lead!" Chris told them, with Delanie now letting out a pleased grunt.

-Confessional: Delanie-

Delanie pointed a thumb at herself, crossing her other arm. "Figures Chris would give us the lead. When it comes to street racing, all that matters is how well you can race, not how flashy your car is."

-End Confessional-

Next up was Kahlin and Melissa, who drove up to the platform in a go-kart with a checkered flag paintjob on the sides, a safety cage surrounding them made out of pvc pipes, and a checked flag on the back. "Finally, an actual go-kart!" Chris let out, glad to see theirs.

Kahlin lifted up the cage once they parked, letting himself and Melissa step out. "Oh, and it's got a fun horn too!" Kahlin added, pushing a hand on the steering wheel and making a rather playful sounding horn go off.

"Very family friend, very marketable, the network might make merch with this one. I like it! You guys now have the lead!" Chris declared, writing their score down on his clipboard.

Kahlin and Melissa high-fived at this, but soon had to dive out of the way as Jim and Trina arrived next. "Woah! Watch where you're going!" Melissa scolded Jim, shaking a fist.

"Don't stand on the road then." Jim told Melissa, parking his spike ridden go-kart next to Kahlin and Melissa's. "Woah, Mad Maxine here, what are all those for?" Chris asked, gesturing to the spikes.

"They're for self defense sir. If someone tries to ram us, it won't work." Trina answered politely.

"Nah it's for ramming people." Jim corrected Trina, chuckling a little.

Chris nodded, now writing their score. "I like this one too. Ramming means more people could get hurt, which means better ratings for the show. I'll decide who wins after seeing the last one." Chris gave his consensus, giving the two a thumbs up.

The last pair then arrived, being Flaky and Bonnie in their dark purple painted go-kart. There were four medicine balls stuck to the front, also painted purple. "What are those balls for?" Chef asked, raising an eyebrow as he saw them pull up.

Flaky and Bonnie got out of the grape-mobile, with Flaky speaking up right away. "T-They're for offense and d-defense! W-We'll be able to s-safely ram people, as well as b-be protected in a-any crash! We'll h-hit something and it'll j-just go 'boing'!" Flaky explained, using her hands to describe the motions in question.

"Uh huh. But why? Jim's has cool spikes." Chris pointed out, with Jim getting more confident hearing that.

"W-Well they're b-bouncy and they m-match our husbando..." Flaky answered sheepishly, pointing to a drawing on the side of the go-kart with purple balls on the character's head.

Chris took note of this as well on his clipboard, then handed it to Chef, who wrote down his scores. "Alright then! We've come to our conclusion for part 1 of the challenge!" Chris declared, soon taking the clipboard back from Chef.

Chris added up the points on the clipboard, before holding it up. "The winners of the design phase of the challenge are... Bonnie and Flaky!" Chris announced, disappointing Jim while the two girls celebrated, pumping their fists together.

"Seriously? But we have cool spikes! You said so!" Jim protested.

"Ah well, least we came close." Kahlin took the loss better, high-fiving Melissa again.

"Great way to look at it." Melissa agreed with him.

Chris looked to Jim, gesturing towards the purple go-kart. "Spikes are cool, but theirs is a bit more practical and definitely has more passion in it. Easy win for them!" Chris reasoned with Jim, who just kicked some of the desert dirt hearing this.

-Confessional: Jim-

Jim groaned, crossing his arms. "I should be happy Bonnie and Flaky won this part. Better than anyone else, I've got my alliance with them after all. So why don't I feel happy for them? I feel like ever since Flaky got back it's becoming less my alliance and more her alliance."

-End Confessional-

With the results decided, Chris now climbed down from the platform, standing in front of the five go-karts lined up on the road. "For part 2 of today's challenge, you'll be racing your go-karts in one full lap through this desert! Whichever team reaches the finish line back here first wins immunity!" Chris stated what the second challenge was, with Elroy by his side holding up a map of the course.

The road through the desert was bone-shaped, with the contestants currently standing in the center of the bone shape on the right side, with the course in total being 4 miles long. "W-What's our advantage then?" Flaky asked, raising a hand.

"For winning the decoration phase, you guys get a 30 second head start! Very nifty to have here." Chris answered, getting some groans from the other pairs.

"What else is the catch here? You're craftier than this. Are there landmines? Is Chef going to try and gun us down?" Trixie questioned Chris, waiting for the bad part.

Irene had a bag with her, and when this question was asked, she handed it to Chris. "For this challenge, one person in each pair will be blindfolded and driving, while the other person in the pair gives them directions! Just to make this more than a simple cruise! Street racing is about family after all, and what does have family have? Trust." Chris explained the twist, tossing a white blindfold to each of the pairs.

"Tr tht." Delanie mumbled in agreement.

"I know you're trying to be accurate here sir, but what does the desert have to do with street racing, shouldn't this be in a city set?" Trina asked Chris, currently holding the blindfold for her pair.

"They've been to space and the north pole in those street racing movies, a desert is pretty tame." Beck pointed out, holding his pair's blindfold.

Chris nodded his head, agreeing with Beck. "Couldn't have said it better! Well I can, but I'm not going to. Take your places at the starting line and decide who's doing what, we start in one minute!" Chris directed the teams, then walked back over to the platform to get a better view of the race.

As Beck and Delanie walked to their go-kart, Beck pulled his wrench out, double checking a few bolts on the engine. "Something wrong with it?" Delanie asked him, looking down as Beck took a knee to stay steady.

Beck nodded, smirking up at her once he was certain everything was in place. "Nope, we've got this." Beck replied, standing back up and now tying the blindfold around his head.

-Confessional: Beck-

Beck chuckled, flipping his wrench in his hand. "Chris thought our go-kart wasn't interesting, and we didn't decorate it besides the paint job. That's where he messed up. I know the ins and outs of every motor in the continent. I used our time giving the engine some tune ups, something actually helpful. Like I said yesterday, I'm bringing my a-game now. First Kahlin, now Jim, I've got people to show up today."

-End Confessional-

The five pairs were soon back in their go-karts, with 5 players now blindfolded. Bonnie, Melissa, Trina, Thomas, and Beck had the blindfolds on, while the other 5 sat in the passenger seat ready to direct them. "Flaky and Bonnie, your 30 second head start begins now!" Chris announced, starting his stopwatch.

"F-Floor it and head s-straight!" Flaky shouted as soon as he said this, with Bonnie doing so and slamming the gas pedal, leaving the other four pairs behind as their go-kart drove ahead.

The other four giving directions just had to watch as the two of them sped off, now just waiting for Chris's stopwatch to finish. "If they make no mistakes, then they just win." Thomas stated, still somewhat concerned.

"Relax, we'll be fine." Trixie assured him casually, leaning back in her seat.

The thirty seconds ached by as Bonnie drove her pair's go-kart at 40 miles per hour, heading down the road with no problem. "J-Just keep going s-straight, I'll tell you w-when to turn." Flaky directed Bonnie, glancing back for a moment to see when the others would start.

That came soon enough, as Chris's stopwatch now rung. "30 seconds are up, the rest of you can go now!" Chris started the race for everyone else, and all four drivers hit the gas pedal to go straight.

"Trina! Swerve right!" Jim ordered quickly, glaring at Trixie and Thomas.

Trina did as told and veered to the right, bumping into Trixie and Thomas's go-kart with the spikes. The side got scratched up, but since it wasn't painted, the damage didn't look too bad. "What gives!? We just started! Thomas, go faster!" Trixie yelled, gripping her seat to stay in place.

"You aren't getting off easy this challenge! Right again Trina!" Jim yelled back, prompting Trina to swerve once more.

Thomas pressed the gas pedal down harder and began to pull ahead of Jim and Trina, but the swerve still hit them and pushed them onto the dirt next to the road. This made them lose a ton of traction and slow down instantly, allowing Jim and Trina to zip by them. "Crap! Veer left a bit, we got pushed off the road! Those numbskulls are playing rough already!" Trixie let out, to which Thomas silently nodded and turned the wheel, putting their go-kart back on the road and driving in last place now.

-Confessional: Trixie-

Trixie had her arms crossed, narrowing her eyes at the camera. "We were supposed to stay low-key, but Jim must be ticked off at me after yesterday. Great. Starting to feel like my options are really slim here if I want to progress in the game. Delanie, Melissa, and Jim are all gunning for me, but like that'll stop me. I'll figure out a way out of this... I always do."

-End Confessional-

Kahlin watched the little spat to his right with a smirk, before just looking ahead. "Okay Melissa, the first turn is coming up soon! Turn right when I say, then switch to left right after." Kahlin told Melissa, who just held up a thumbs up to let him know she heard.

Since Jim's kart had rammed into Trixie's, he had fallen slightly behind Kahlin and Delanie's, those pairs reached the turn first. "Now!" Kahlin shouted, prompting Melissa to turn right as the track on the map curved outwards, before quickly turning the wheel left.

This ended up cutting off Delanie and Beck, now putting them behind. "Tap the brakes, we'll ram into them if you don't." Delanie warned Beck, who slowed down on the turn just to avoid crashing into Kahlin and Melissa.

"Thanks for handing us the lead then!" Kahlin thanked Beck sarcastically, waving as Melissa now drove forward to the other curve on the bone track.

Up ahead, Flaky and Bonnie were just about to reach the second out of the four curves on the track, but a beeping noise grew louder and louder as they got close to it. "Flakes, what's that noise?" Bonnie asked, just driving straight.

"I-I don't know... I'll l-let you know if I s-see it." Flaky responded worriedly.

The road didn't seem to have anything wrong with it, but right before Flaky was about to tell Bonnie to turn, she saw what was making the beeping. There were metal plates on the ground with led lights over them, blinking faintly red. "L-LAND MINES! V-Veer right!" Flaky shouted, pointing ahead even though Bonnie couldn't see.

Bonnie turned right and drove around one of the plates, but ended up driving right over another, making it explode beneath them. They were going fast enough before this to not get completely caught in the blast, but their go-kart ended up skidding off the road as the turn came up, leaving them on the dirt. "T-That was close..." Flaky murmured, shaken by the explosion.

"Figures he'd try and kill us. We still on the road?" Bonnie asked Flaky, not at all rattled.

"J-Just turn left, we're s-still in the lead..." Flaky told Bonnie, although she looked back and saw the others now catching up.

-Confessional: Flaky-

Flaky shivered, now playing something on her Gameguy that kept making a bunch of explosion sound effects. "Boomerman is k-kinda therapeutic. All the b-boom, but none of the i-impact. I hope n-none of the other interns g-got hurt setting those m-mines up."

-End Confessional-

As Flaky and Bonnie got back on the road and finished the second curve, the other pairs aside from Trixie and Thomas were now approaching the second curve. "Careful Melissa, I saw an explosion, so Chris definitely has the road rigged." Kahlin warned Melissa.

"Just let me know if we have to make a sharp turn, I'll be ready." Melissa told him, not scared one bit.

Right behind their kart was Delanie and Beck, with the former getting a devious grin on her face. "Okay Beck, floor it right now." Delanie whispered to Beck.

Beck of course slammed the gas pedal and sped forward, which ended up ramming into Kahlin and Melissa's kart from behind. "Hey! Who's hitting us!?" Melissa let out, still driving forward.

Kahlin looked back, frowning when he saw Delanie and Beck. "Just Delanie being Delanie." Kahlin answered in an annoyed tone.

Beck just kept flooring it though, now pushing Kahlin and Melissa's kart forward despite both driving relatively fast. "Okay Melissa, I see a mine up ahead, turn right, and then we should be good to turn left!" Kahlin directed Melissa.

Melissa went to turn right, but Beck ramming his kart into hers caused them to t-bone the pair in the front, still pushing them forward. "Just a bit further." Delanie mumbled, staring down Kahlin.

"What the heck now!?" Melissa let out, trying to slam the gas now to get out of this.

Them being t-boned like this stopped the wheels on the right side from spinning though, locking them in place now. Kahlin yelled as Beck pushed their kart right onto a mine, and Melissa joined him as they along with their kart were launched up into the air. "One down, three to go. Turn left." Delanie muttered, staying in character as Vin still.

Beck just drove on and turned left, going through the second curve while Kahlin and Melissa landed on the ground 20 feet away from the road, with their kart falling apart as soon as it hit the ground beside them. "She just always has to play dirty, ALWAYS!" Melissa complained, taking her blindfold off and throwing it on the ground.

"At least we're okay, but man is she pesky." Kahlin tried to look on the bright side still, bummed out at their loss.

-Confessional: Kahlin-

Kahlin wiped the dirt off of his Blue Jays hat, before putting it back on. "Good way to deal with the mines, but man does it stink to be on the receiving end of it. If Delanie somehow gets immunity, then we do have Trixie that we can just take out instead. Although knowing what Trina has planned for tonight, I might have an even better target."

-End Confessional-

As two of the landmines had been cleared out, once Beck and Delanie finished the second curve, the following two pairs were easily able to navigate and turn through the curve without hitting any of the landmines. Trixie blew a raspberry at Melissa as she passed by, snickering at their loss. "See you at the ceremony!" Trixie taunted them as they passed by.

Now on the second straightaway, Flaky and Bonnie still maintained an eighth mile lead over Delanie and Beck in second place. "H-How are they c-catching up to u-us? T-This is as f-fast as these go!" Flaky let out, seeing their go-kart slowly close the gap between them.

When Flaky was looking back, she didn't see Chef standing at the end of the straightaway beside his jeep, aiming a cannon toward the pairs. "Call this getting blindsided! Haha!" Chef laughed as he then fired the cannon.

Flaky ended up getting hit right in the face by a cannonball, knocking her out of her seat and sending her tumbling onto the dirt. Bonnie heard her scream now come from behind her and hit the brakes, taking her blindfold off. "No no no..." Bonnie muttered as she ran over to Flaky, now allowing the other three teams to quickly catch up and pass their kart.

Flaky sat up slowly, one hand over her left eye as Bonnie arrived to help her up. "You good?" Bonnie asked her, having some actual concern in her voice.

"I'm f-fine... taken w-worse before." Flaky assured her, taking Bonnie's hand as she then helped her up.

Flaky then stood up, her arm currently aching from the tumble. "T-Think we can c-catch up?" Flaky asked hopefully, leaning on Bonnie as they walked back to their kart.

That was given a swift answer and Chef fired a cannonball right at all, blowing it to pieces right in front of them. "Guess not. Just glad you're fine." Bonnie stated, patting Flaky on the head.

Further down the straightaway, the three remaining pairs in the race now began to approach the third curve, where Chef was waiting for them. "Landmines, now actual cannonballs, yeah, definitely street racing. Thomas, slight left, we need to stay behind Jim's kart for shelter." Trixie remarked sarcastically, then directed Thomas, who did just that.

"Right. Left. He's still shooting cannonballs." Delanie mumbled to Beck as Chef continued to fire at them since they were in the front, with the other two pairs just having to avoid the strays.

Chef caught on to this back and forth they were doing though and didn't swivel his cannon to aim at them, just firing at where they once were. Because of this, Beck just turned right back into the path of the cannonball, causing Delanie to get hit in the shoulder and be knocked off the go-kart. "NOOOooooo!" Delanie broke character, her yelling fading out as Beck just kept driving.

"Huh?" Beck let out, lifting his blindfold to see that Delanie was no longer with him. He just kept driving though, as Chef now turned his attention to the other pairs while Beck went through the third curve.

Jim saw Chef now aim their cannon towards them, fear setting in. "Trina, turn left! Chef is firing cannonballs at us!" Jim shouted.

Trina turned left suddenly and straightened the go-kart right after, which made the cannonball intended to hit them smash into Trixie and Thomas's instead, causing it to flip forward and knock both of them out of their seats. "Welp... that backfired... shoot." Trixie let out, too many things on her mind to think of a witty complaint.

-Confessional: Trixie-

Trixie tapped a finger on the vanity, now furiously deep in thought. "Beck and Delanie are going to get their immunity if Jim doesn't beat them. How did they even get ahead? If they're both safe, then... I'm up on the chopping block. I'll definitely cash out that alliance I have with Trina now, I have to make sure Delanie thinks I'm on her side tonight. This is not how I wanted things to pan out today."

-End Confessional-

Beck now approached the fourth and final curve, with Jim and Trina right behind him. "Yes! This race is as good as ours, we just have to ram Beck off the road and we'll be set!" Jim declared, glaring at the actor ahead of them.

Trina gulped, nodding her head. "Yep, just some more violence to cap things off sir." Trina agreed with him.

"He'll make the turn soon, just floor it right now and you'll t bone him like he did to Kahlin and Melissa!" Jim ordered, lining it up in his head.

Trina slammed down on the gas pedal, now throttling towards Beck as he began to go around the fourth curve. "Hate to end your performance so soon, but you're in mah way!" Jim yelled at Beck as they got close.

Beck smirked, then reached back and hit a button placed on his kart's engine. "I'll get out of the way then." Beck replied, looking back and waving before his go-kart rocketed forward, cutting across the dirt on the curve and going right onto the straight away.

"What!? He can just do that!? Trina he's getting away! Turn left now!" Jim yelled, slamming a fist down on the front of their go-kart.

Trina flinched at the yelling and spun the wheel left, but this ended up being too sharp of a turn for the speed they were going and the go-kart ended up tipping onto its side. The two of them fell out, while the go-kart scraped along the road before coming to a stop on the dirt. The tip made the engine hit the ground, now leaking out oil. "Great! That's just great! Way to go Trina!" Jim right away lashed out at Trina for their loss.

"But sir you told me-"

"I didn't mean that sharp! You just cost us the challenge!" Jim yelled at Trina, then stormed off angrily.

Over at the finish line now, Chris just watched as Beck came down the straightaway and crossed the finish line by himself. "Did you see where Delanie went?" Beck asked Chris once he passed through.

Chris nodded his head, pointing to the other side of the track where Delanie had gotten up and was now walking over to them, along with the rest of the players. "She's over there, and since you're the only one who managed to cross the finish line, you win immunity!" Chris announced, blowing his airhorn afterward to let the others know the challenge was over.

"Wait, just me? Doesn't Delanie get immunity too?" Beck asked, stepping out of his go-kart.

Chris shook his head, again pointing to the other side of the track. "She didn't make it here with you, so it's just you that's safe!" Chris replied, although Beck didn't seem too bothered by this.

With the challenge now done, Chris got out his megaphone and aimed it toward the rest of the contestants. "Beck wins immunity, again! So that means the rest of you are all up for grabs tonight! It'll probably be night time by the time you guys make it back to the trailers without your go-karts, so just head straight to the award stage!" Chris ordered the rest of the players.

Since Jim was off regrouping with Melissa, Kahlin, Bonnie, and Flaky, Trina now hurried over to Delanie. "Are you alright miss?" Trina asked her once she was in hearing range.

Delanie nodded, looking to her secretary with scorn. "I needed that immunity. Because if there's one thing that's true with street races, it's that the street wins." Delanie mumbled to Trina, still in character.

"How does that- never mind. Can we just discuss the vote ma'am? You're in danger, so it is of utmost importance we handle this carefully." Trina requested, getting out her notebook.

Delanie reluctantly nodded her head. "Fine. You haven't let me down with your suggestions before. Like family. You me and Beck." Delanie went on with the street racing drabble, which Trina was fine with here.

-Confessional: Trina-

Trina let out a sigh of relief, before briefly burying her face in her hands. "This act of Delanie's has been much easier to work with than the others. I know Jim is mad at me and Trixie doesn't like Delanie, but I do believe they'll both come through for me. If not, well, it's not me that is on the line here. Who would ever vote for little ol' me tonight?"

-Confessional: Jim-

Jim slammed a fist on the vanity, gripping his hair with his other hand. "It just had to be Beck that wins immunity. As much as I'd love to vote off little ol' kartwrecker, I know who the real threat is, I'm not a hothead who would just waste my vote like that, and it's going to show tonight."

-End Confessional-

Grandiose music played after the confessionals, showing a highlight reel of all of Chris's best moments and expressions from throughout the series. Fireworks could be heard, and the reel panned out to show a giant Gilded Chris in the center of it all. Fireworks went off behind the statue and the music got louder, signaling that the award ceremony was about to start.

Several of the contestants had sustained injuries after the challenge, with Flaky, Kahlin, Melissa, and Delanie all bandaged up a bit. Kahlin and Melissa sat together in the front, while the trio of Jim, Bonnie, and Flaky sat right behind them. Trixie and Thomas sat in the front on the other side of the stands, with Delanie and Beck two rows behind them. Trina sat on her own, just a bit away from Beck and Delanie.

Chris and Chef were together on the stage, dressed formally for the occasion, with Chef in an actual proper suit for once. "How come Chef isn't in his dress? I thought he liked it honestly." Kahlin joked, noticing the apparel.

Chris raised a finger, smirking at Kahlin. "Because, as per tradition in street racing movies, dresses are completely unheard of. Girls either dress like guys or not at all, usually the latter." Chris answered, with Beck solemnly nodding to confirm.

Chris pulled out a voting device, wagging it to the contestants. "Without further ado, time to cast your votes for the person you all want to eliminate! Or rather, the person someone else told you to vote for. Because that's the vibe I'm getting lately! But remember, Beck won immunity, so he can't be voted for!" Chris instructed the cast, chuckling as he saw the clear divisions.

The former Munchers and Flaky all voted in unison, already knowing who they were targeting tonight. Trina cast her vote with a relaxed smile, knowing she was perfectly fine. Delanie cast her vote, still upset about her robbery. Beck casually cast his vote without a care, having one hand behind his head. Trixie found the face she was looking for and smirked, casting her vote. Thomas cast his vote at the same time, mirroring Trixie's vote.

Once all the votes were in, a little toy car with a printer attached drove onto the stage, dispensing the results of the vote. Chris picked up the paper, then waved away the toy car as he read them in his head. "The votes have been cast, so now it's time to see which of you stay for another day!" Chris announced, with Chef holding the tray of awards ready to throw.

"Aaaaand the Gilded Chrises go to..."

...

"Beck."

Beck casually caught his immunity award, still relaxing with one hand behind his head.

...

"Kahlin."

Kahlin held out both hands to catch his award as Chef threw his extra fast. "Not fast enough!" Kahlin remarked to Chef, winking at him.

...

"Melissa."

Melissa caught her award normally, fist bumping Kahlin now that they were both safe.

...

"Thomas."

Thomas just nodded in acknowledgement as he was tossed his award, catching it and setting it down on his lap.

...

"Trina."

Trina caught and hugged her award with both hands after it was tossed to her, looking less worried.

...

"Bonnie."

Bonnie pumped a fist as she heard her name, catching her award with one hand and holding Flaky's hand with the other.

...

"Jim."

Jim smirked as he heard his name, catching his award and just tossing it aside.

...

"Trixie."

Trixie raised an eyebrow, pleasantly surprised to not be in the bottom 2 as she was tossed her award, which she almost missed from not expecting it.

That now left the bandaged bottom 2, both a bit confused to be here. Flaky looked over at Delanie a bit worriedly, while Delanie gave her a hearty glare. Bonnie gripped Flaky's hand a little tighter, and Flaky's worried look changed to one of confidence. "Flaky, Delanie. Seems you two caught the attention of the big groups. But which group had the bigger backing? Time to find out!" Chris told them, already knowing the answer here.

Delanie crossed her arms, leaning in her seat a bit as she looked at the last Gilded Chris on the plate, while Flaky and Bonnie both looked on with hope. "The final Gilded Chris goes to..."

...

"Delanie!"

Flaky and Bonnie both gasped as the final award was tossed to Delanie, which the actress snatched up and pumped a fist in celebration. "Nice try, but you should've learned from seeing my team, you can't just vote out Delanie Freakin' Rios!" Delanie boasted, not curbing her enthusiasm at all.

"Flaky... it can't be..." Bonnie let out, for once distraught at something.

"You've gotta be kidding me... that's gotta be rigged! It should've been 5-5, you just didn't want a tie!" Jim accused Chris.

Chris shook his head, looking at the paper. "Always quick to cry foul! But nope! Flaky had the most votes is now out of the game, becoming the third member of our jury!" Chris confirmed with a smile.

Flaky sighed, before just smiling at the two. "It's f-fine. Really. C-Can you just s-see me out?" Flaky requested, trying to not get too down.

Bonnie nodded, standing up with Flaky and leaving the stands with her. Jim then got up and followed the two of them, both fists clenched. "The rest of you can head back to your trailers to get some rest, tomorrow is going to be even crazier than today was!" Chris directed those not seeing Flaky out, letting them all leave.

Cutting to the Walk of Shame, Flaky walked with Jim and Bonnie, and the mood was certainly bittersweet. "I still think Chris rigged that, like he did for Heather in season 1, he just didn't want our alliance to knock out all the schemers." Jim complained to the two of them.

Flaky shrugged, giving a wave of dismissal. "W-What's done is done. I'm j-just glad I got to m-meet you guys. Especially y-you Bonnie. It was d-definitely worth returning to b-become friends with y-you." Flaky thanked them, giving Bonnie a brief hug.

"Friends with a little more~" Bonnie added with a wink.

Flaky blushed, before nodding. "Y-Yeah. When you guys v-voted me out the f-first time, I thought t-that was it. B-But leaving like this? C-Couldn't think of a better way to g-go out." Flaky told them, reminiscing from a few weeks ago.

"Heh, you definitely did grow into a threat in the game. I'll give you that. We'll carry on for you for sure." Jim complimented Flaky.

Flaky then opened the door to the Lame-O-Sine, getting inside. "G-Good luck with t-that! H-Hope to see you b-both in the finale!" Flaky wished them good luck, before the Lame-O-Sine then sped off.

-Confessional: Jim-

Jim let out a deep breath, crossing his arms. "Yeah, there was no rigging in that vote. I voted for Flaky there. I've just been thinking, if we actually made it to the final 3, Bonnie was definitely going to take Flaky to the end over me. You saw how close they were. I don't feel good about it, but I'm still in the game, and I now have Bonnie all to myself. It'll all be worth it in the end."

-End Confessional-

Players Remaining:

Melissa, Kahlin, Bonnie, Jim, Delanie, Beck, Trina, Trixie, Thomas

Placements:

10th: Flaky

11th: Klaas

12th: Toby

13th: Athena

13th: Flynn

15th: Nanashi

16th: Jack

17th: Esteban

18th: Kylie

19th: King

20th: Freddy

21st: Lilac

22nd: Vergil

23rd: Diamond

24th: Maxine

25th: Donna

Author's Note:

Flaky is gone once more, but on a much better note! I never expected her to be the one win the returner poll, but it definitely opened up a lot of potential for storylines and room to explore the rest of Flaky. I wish I had more to say, but I already said my piece with Flaky the first go around, so all I can say now is that I hope you enjoyed today's episode! Be sure to join the discord (code on profile) for extra content and discussions, and I'll see you all next time!