Total Drama Revenge of the Film Lot Chapter 24: Plan and Execution, a total drama series fanfic

"Last time on Total Drama Revenge of the Film Lot..." Chris began the recap of the last episode, standing in a yellow jumpsuit in a fancy restaurant set while the interns were prepping the set in ninja outfits before clips played. "We got to see just how well the contestants knew each other and what they knew of what they knew of each other as well! Word that one out yourself! But things got a bit messy after Kahlin was exposed for allegedly flipping on his alliance and voting for Flaky, making him the prime target for the day! Among all the shouting matches and anger, Kahlin revealed that Delanie had an immunity idol, which only her and Trina knew about, leading to the former flipping on the latter and trying to get her out. Everyone else wanted to flush out the idol though, so Delanie got the most votes that night, but as it turned out, her idol was just a prop Trina tricked her with, and the actress ended up having the curtains close on her run! We're down to 8, so how will things progress in this alliance gridlock? 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 ended, the episode began in the morning, with some in much better moods than last night. When Bonnie got out of her bunk and got dressed at 10 in the morning, she glanced at Delanie's now empty bunk and smirked. "Guess we don't have a counselor for wake up calls anymore." she remarked dully.

Melissa was doing cardio at the end of the trailer near the table, not as happy that Delanie was gone. "She was a fierce player, I'll give her that. But her alliance was too powerful, so she had to go." Melissa stated, with only a bit of pity.

"You actually voted for Delanie? Didn't think you'd do it with how much she kept buttering you up." Trixie pointed out, sitting at the table and kicking back.

Melissa chuckled, then rubbed the back of her head. "Well... I didn't. But one of her alliance went, which is all that matters." Melissa responded, before shifting to a frown when she remembered who she was talking to. "Which means that you're next. Your cheating days are coming to an end tonight."

Trixie rolled her eyes, holding up both palms and shaking them. "Ooooh, so scary. That would involve breaking up my four way alliance. Everything was made pretty public yesterday, so I've got no problem telling ya now that you don't have the numbers to take me out right now." Trixie retorted smugly.

Melissa groaned, then looked over at Trina sleeping on her bunk. "That's what you think. But without Delanie controlling her, Trina is on our side now. So you're done." Melissa argued, pointing at Trixie.

Bonnie was doubtful of this, but nodded along with it. "Yeah, we've got the numbers. Flaky's boot will be avenged." Bonnie stated firmly, then turned and left the trailer, as did Melissa.

Once the two of them left, Trixie ran over to Trina's bunk and shook the secretary, jolting her awake. "D-Dad! Wait, it's just you. What do you want ma'am?" Trina asked, rubbing one eye while staying under her blanket.

"I need to touch base after last night. We're still voting one of the ex-Munchers tonight right?" Trixie asked, narrowing her eyes at Trina.

Trina nodded her head, letting out a yawn. "I would have preferred if you didn't wake me up for this ma'am, but yes. Beck doesn't like Kahlin and Jim, so he should still be with us as well. We just have to pull one over to us. I can maybe get Bonnie, she's just looking to avenge Flaky and we can maybe turn her against Kahlin still." Trina laid out a plan drowsily.

Trixie smirked, nodding her head. "Great. You've got a ton of plans on the spot huh? Maybe you should write 'em down so you don't forget. I'll let Thomas know Kahlin is still the target then." Trixie winked at Trina, then strolled out of the trailer, leaving Trina a little confused.

-Confessional: Trina-

Trina was writing in her original notepad still, furrowing her brows. "First my initial roadmap of the game is ruined by Kahlin exposing the idol, which I still don't know how he figured out about it, unless Delanie was just flaunting the thing. Now Trixie is telling me to write things down? I would have to assume that's a jab at me losing my notebook, but why is she taunting me about it? We're allies. She needs my vote, but I also really need hers as well. I'll wait until I have a majority over her to actually call her out, but Delanie failed to blow my cover last night, so the Munchers still don't know I'm strategizing. Bonnie is someone who can understand me, always being looked down on by those jocks, and now that her alliance is only jocks, I'm sure she'll side with me and I can pick them all off one by one!"

-Confessional: Trixie-

Trixie snickered, crossing her arms. "Going into final 8 with three allies is a much better hand than I was expecting to have at this point in the game. I guess swiping that notebook and giving it to Kahlin paid off! The rules of the game state that if there's a tie, it goes to a revote, and if it ties again, we go to rocks, and I don't know how many of the Munchers will be willing to risk going to rocks just to get me out, not many though, I know that for sure! I'm unstoppable!"

-End Confessionals-

Over at Soundstage 23, underneath the set were Brava and Nikolai, currently disarming every single security camera in Chris's private lab.. "Today is the day our plan comes to fruition." Nikolai stated as he cut a wire with pliers.

Brava nodded, currently going through the various tech kept down there. She walked by the Drama Machine, unaware of what was inside. "Seems we'll get some good weaponry for the future on top of our payment as well." Brava added.

"What did you find in that suitcase?" Nikolai asked, cutting another wire, which ended up shutting off the lights.

Brava pulled some night vision goggles out after that and put them on, opening up the aforementioned suitcase and smirking. "Seems Chris was trying to keep all the mutant chaos under his control. He's got darts here to instantly mutate anyone they hit judging from the logos on them." Brava commented, grabbing the dart gun out of the staircase.

Nikolai walked over and took the suitcase, looking over the dart collection. "There's the body swapping pathogen he used during the premerge. Plus a large selection of animals and diseases. Largely inhumane, but we expected that from him." Nikolai remarked, then pocketing the dart gun and a few different darts before handing the suitcase back to Brava.

Brava set it aside and then walked over to a crate up against one of the walls of the steely lab. "Interesting, there's some blueprints in here. He was up to more than just torture it seemed." Brava noted, unfolding the blueprints and reading them.

Nikolai cut another security camera wire, then walked over to look them over. "He's constructing some kind of landmass from the looks of it. Something he can completely control, especially with all this mutant tech he's been stockpiling." Nikolai spoke as he read the plans.

"Whatever it is, he won't be able to continue it when he's six feet under. Once Thomas has Chef distracted, Chris will be all alone without a single camera to document his demise." Brava reiterated their plan, smirking at her brother.

"Correct. The challenge should be fairly soon, what would Thomas be up to right now?" Nikolai asked, still rather unfamiliar with the game itself.

"He should be mingling with the contestants remaining in the game. Although I doubt he's doing so, today is his last day with them, he won't need to preserve himself in the game any longer." Brava guessed, then continued to root through Chris's belongings.

Indeed Thomas was with the others, although he wasn't distancing himself. While he got dressed, Kahlin chuckled as he saw his demeanor. "Heyo Thomas! Are you doing fine? That's the most expressive I've seen you ever." Kahlin asked him.

Thomas looked uneasy, contrasting his usual blank poker face that he wore constantly. "I'm fine. There are just some uncertainties I have at the moment that I am not inclined to share." Thomas responded politely still.

Jim stretched, scoffing at Thomas's words. "Uneasy that we've got your alliance pinned now huh? Yeah, you should be feeling uncertain!" Jim mocked Thomas.

Beck was sitting at the half circle table, looking at the other three guys with a calm smile. "Chill out. We're even in numbers, you don't need to start being a smug jerk. I know that's hard for you, but just actually try if you can." Beck told them.

"You telling me to try!? Oh you're next once we get Trixie out of here!" Jim threatened Beck, clenching a fist and marching toward.

Kahlin of course stopped Jim, grabbing his arm. "Save it for the challenge. We don't need anything that could hurt our four. Thomas, if you're smart you'll ditch the low-lifes you've been working with." Kahlin advised Jim and then Thomas.

Jim cooled down a little, then just glaring at Beck as he marched to the trailer door and kicking it open. "Be ready to bring it in the challenge then!" Jim declared on the way out before slamming the door.

Thomas still looked a little anxious even after Jim left, now leaning against the trailer wall and taking a deep breath. Kahlin raised an eyebrow at this, still smiling as he focused on Thomas again. "Hey, I know we're on opposite alliances and whatnot, but if something is up I can put that aside for a second. Never like seeing someone all stressed out." Kahlin asked Thomas genuinely.

Thomas shook his head, pushing up his glasses. "No. This is something I have to deal with myself. You aren't involved. I'm going to find Trixie for the time being." Thomas dismissed Kahlin's help offer, then walked out of the trailer.

Beck rolled his eyes, putting his hands behind his head. "Sounds like he's gonna flip. Guess you guys might have a shot after all." Beck told Kahlin, who just ignored him and walked out of the trailer after Thomas.

Beck had to then cover his ears as the speakers blared throughout the film lot, with Kahlin doing the same as he left the trailer. "Attention cast members! You've all been invited to the High Table, otherwise known as Soundstage 23 for today's kickass challenge! Make your way there pronto so we can get started!" Chris called everyone to the challenge.

Beck smirked, then put both hands in his pockets as he pushed the door open with his pocket and walked out. "High table huh? Guess we're doing action movies, I've got this." he told himself as he then hummed the Bond theme to himself on the way to the soundstage.

-Confessional: Thomas-

Thomas let out a sigh, his eyes aimlessly looking around. "I knew this day would come. I've never had a problem following through on plans before. But I have to get rid of Trixie when this is all over since she knows too much about everything. It's above my paygrade to against that, but despite that..."

-End Confessional-

Inside of Soundstage 23, the final 8 players were gathered in a fancy looking set with a bar, dining tables, beautiful potted plants, fancy chandeliers, pretty much everything you'd expect to find in a high class restaurant. "Wow... so this is the High Table Chris was talking about? Guess we're doing a cooking challenge?" Trina wondered aloud, an impressed twinkle in her eyes.

Beck shook his head, smiling at the detail of the set. "High Table is a Jonathan Wicket reference. We're doing action movies this time, been in a couple myself." Beck clarified right away.

Melissa chuckled, while Kahlin and Jim both rolled their eyes at Beck. "Guess we can count on you for anything huh?" Melissa joked, getting a weird look.

"I mean it's basic movie trivia if that's what you're talking about." Beck responded in confusion.

Melissa nodded, still smiling at him. "Yeah, hoping we can count on you after the challenge too." Melissa added, making Kahlin facepalm at her lack of subtlety.

Chris then sprung up from behind the bar, breaking up the awkwardness, with Chef right next to him in a suit and green apron, stirring some coffee. "Welcome recruits! As of this moment, you're all members of the High Table, an elite assassin organization rivaled by none!" Chris greeted everyone, still wearing the yellow jumpsuit.

"Is a jumpsuit like that really fit for a fancy place like this? You look like you're about to hit the gym, which you totally should by the way." Trixie insulted his appearance.

"That's where you're wrong Trixie, this isn't just any fancy place..." Chris began, walking over to the contestants.

Chef then tossed him a staff, which Chris caught and twirled above his head before planting it on the floor. "This is a front for the High Table! Today is action thriller day, and like any of those movies, the super secret elite organization has a needlessly fancy base so stuff can break in the fight scenes!" Chris introduced the genre.

"So we're just gonna wreck this set?" Bonnie asked, hardly interested.

Chris nodded his head, gesturing to the tables and chairs near him. "Correctamungo! Everything here will probably be destroyed by the end of today's challenge, where you'll be seeing how long you can last against today's special guest in hand to hand combat! Everyone give a welcome to Brava!" Chris introduced the special guest, then gestured to the soundstage entrance, which was a typical hotel revolving door.

No one came through the door, as only Thomas expected. Everyone else was just confused though, and Chris double checked his watch. "Ohhhkay... once again, everyone give a welcome to Brava!" Chris repeated, although still no sign of the assassin.

Thomas grew nervous, taking a deep sigh and looking over at Trixie, who was just wondering what the heck that assassin was up to. "Aaaand once again Chris needs a search party." Kahlin remarked, chuckling at her disappearance.

"Man Chris, you just can't keep track of people huh?" Trixie added, leering at Chris.

Chris glared at Trixie, growing impatient. "Do I need to remind you that it's usually you that the search parties are for? We need her for the challenge, so let's go check the cameras Chef. Don't know how but she probably just couldn't find this soundstage." Chris ordered Chef, who now headed for the backstage door.

As Chris and Chef headed for the door, Trixie leaned over to Thomas, standing next to him. "Heyyy, you know what's going on with Brava?" Trixie whispered to him.

"I did." Thomas whispered back bluntly, fixing up his glasses and trying to keep his cool.

Jim looked back and saw the two whispering, so he pointed at them with a smirk. "Guess everyone's worried about ol' Thomas, real talk, it's buggin' us all seein' ya act like this." Jim commented.

"He probably sees the voting situation as well." Melissa guessed, still stressing over it.

-Confessional: Thomas-

Thomas wiped off his glasses and put them back on, but his stoic expression remained as always. "These people got me. I hadn't socialized or gotten to know anyone like I had some of these players. Although it was the thought of losing Trixie. She considered me her friend, more than just a contractual ally to dispose of later. All my prior relationships were strictly professional and rather short. Brava and Nikolai view me the same way. One day we may be contracted against each other. But Trixie? No contract can replace her."

-End Confessional-

Backstage, Chris and Chef were walking together to head to Chris's office and see where Brava was on the camera when the lights suddenly dimmed. "Huh. Hey Chef, did you leave any of those waste barrels near the power supply?" Chris questioned Chef.

Chef looked up at the dimmed fluorescent lights, then shrugged. "I ain't gonna remember something like that. I just put 'em where they aren't in the way." Chef answered bluntly.

Chris rolled his eyes, and the two then arrived at Chris's office, which was even darker than backstage. "That's weird, none of the cameras are working. Definitely something up with the power. I'll just get the interns to fix it while they look for Brava." Chris stated, now pulling out his cellphone.

Before he could call anyone though, a dart hit his neck from underneath the desk the computer that controlled the cameras was on, shocking both of them. "What the-" Chris let out, although he was quickly knocked out by whatever was in the dart.

Brava leapt out from underneath the desk, blade in hand, but Chef ripped off his apron and quickly intercepted the blade with it. He swung the apron to the side, moving the blade with it as it punctured the apron, making Brava stumble a bit as well. "I knew somethin' was up! You ain't the type to get lost!" Chef yelled at Brava.

Brava quickly regained her footing while Chris dropped to the floor, staring up at Chef. "Crap... Thomas was supposed to have you distracted! Regardless, I'll just have to dispose of you too!" Brava declared, now pulling out a stun gun.

Chef just used his brute force to slap it out of her hand though, forcing Brava to now kick at him and win in hand to hand combat. "Would like to see ya try!" Chef taunted Brava as he stepped back and avoided the kick.

The two engaged in a fist barrage after that, blocking and throwing punches rapidly to try and hit the other, but the two were equally matched. "Haven't had a fight like this since that psycho Izzy was here!" Chef laughed, not as invested in this fight as Brava was.

"Don't you compare me to her! I get the job done!" Brava refuted, sneaking in a quick jab at Chef's stomach.

Chef wasn't phased though, laughing once more. "Least that girlie merged." Chef threw in, not slowing down.

Brava scowled at this and tried to sneak in another punch, but Chef knew she'd get more aggressive after his words and caught her fist. "Dam-" was all Brava could let out before Chef slammed her down face first to the ground, stepping on her back right after.

Chef picked up Chris's phone, now dialing the police instead of the interns. "Yeah, it's us again. We got an intruder, gonna need y'all to arrest her ASAP. Yeah we got her here, just head to the building with the giant 23 on it." Chef told the officer on the line.

After that, Chef continued to hold Brava down, stopping her from reaching any of her weapons. "Almost worked, but y'all didn't prepare for me!" Chef taunted Brava further.

"Damn you Thomas..." Brava grumbled, not humoring Chef's taunts at all.

10 minutes went by before the police arrived, surprising the final 8 contestants now seated in the fancy restaurant set. "Woah, wonder what they're doing here..." Bonnie mumbled, resting her head on the table.

Trina looked over the uniforms of the officers as they passed by, raising an eyebrow. "Special forces? Whatever they were called for must be serious then..." Trina pondered.

Thomas slouched in his seat a bit, averting his gaze from the officers while Trixie's confusion grew. "Was this part of the plan?" Trixie whispered to him.

Thomas shook his head, sitting back up normally once they were all backstage. "No. But the plan changed." Thomas replied coldly.

The police soon came back out from backstage with Brava in handcuffs, who wasn't bothering to resist them or even say a word to them. She looked over at the contestants, eyes locking with Thomas for just a moment. The icy look from her made Thomas frown, but he didn't show any fear. "We've been trying to find her for a while now! Both senator Davis and his bodyguard were murdered and all signs pointed to her based on what we found." one of the officers proclaimed.

Chef and Chris walked out from backstage as well, with Chris back awake and now drinking something from a green bottle. "Just get her far away from here, I don't care." Chris ordered bitterly, then gagged.

"What are you drinking?" the officer holding Brava's cuffed arms asked.

"An antidote. That psycho shot at me with one of my- her mutant darts. Messes with your DNA and all that if you don't treat it quickly. Tastes like unsweetened coffee though, blegh." Chris complained after his explanation.

Chef held the dart that hit his neck, looking at the label on it. "She went with snake. Not a great look man." Chef stated, before just flicking it into one of the set's trash cans.

The two officers guiding Brava to the soundstage exit exchanged looks, before just carrying on. "Well regardless, she'll be out of your hair for a long time! Are we gonna get a shoutout in the episode?" one of them asked, a little too excitedly.

"Get out of here, I do not have the patience for fans today." Chris responded.

"Chris man! You're still on camera! The fans ain't gonna like hearin' that!" Chef reminded Chris.

Chris looked over at the interns, still manning the cameras. "Crap! Did you guys at least get some good footage while I was gone?" Chris asked them.

"You never ethxplained the challenge, we had nothing to film." Irene answered dully.

"What she said." Ted agreed with her.

Chris groaned, before just putting his trademark smile back on and walking over to the seated contestants while still taking occasional sips of his antidote. "Alright campers! So there's going to be a big change to today's challenge! Instead of fighting it out with Brava, you'll be fighting it out with each other bracket style! Anything in the set is fair game to use, just like in those classic action flicks!" Chris announced the change.

"That doesn't seem fair to the less physically inclined players." Melissa pointed out right away.

Chris nodded, smirking at the comment. "Yup! It isn't! We'll draw for pairings, and we'll get right into it!" Chris replied, winking at them all.

-Confessional: Trina-

Trina sighed, jotting down more in her notebook. "Wonderful, another challenge for the jocks to win. Inside and outside this game, they just get everything handed to them, it's so unfair!"

-Confessional: Kahlin-

Kahlin chuckled, putting his hands behind his head. "This is a tricky one, not for how to win, but if it's worth winning here. If you win a whole challenge with this premise, you've set yourself up as public enemy number one. But is final 8 the time to finally do that? I'll have to think about it..."

-End Confessionals-

With the pairs drawn randomly off screen, the interns had now moved a few of the tables from the center of the set to create a starting point. "The fight ends when the other person is on the ground for more than 5 seconds! Our pairs will be... Melissa and Kahlin, Beck and Trixie, Jim and Trina, and finally Thomas and Bonnie! Melissa and Kahlin, you're up first!" Chris announced the pairs that would be fighting.

Melissa stood up and jogged to the center, while Kahlin got up and just strolled there casually. "My pops taught me to never hit a woman, and I think I'll have to uphold that here if I can." Kahlin stated.

Melissa snorted, smiling at his words. "Y'know what, I was hoping for a fair fight between us, but I can respect that." Melissa responded, giving a nod of approval.

Chris rolled his eyes, now stepping back to let them fight. "Whatever, just don't make it boring, fight!" Chris started the challenge, with Chef blowing a whistle to officially start it.

Melissa sprinted towards Kahlin right away, while Kahlin just put up a defensive boxing position. "HYAH!" Melissa let out as she swept Kahlin off his feet, having made no attempt to fight back.

Kahlin tucked his head in as he fell onto his back, before just remaining on the floor. "Ah dang... I can't get up." Kahlin let out, although the smile on his face said otherwise.

Melissa facepalmed, smiling down at him. "You got your principles, I'll let you have them, but you better not go easy next time!" Melissa told him playfully.

Five seconds went by and Kahlin still didn't get back up, so Chef blew his whistle. "And that's that! Borrrring first fight, the rest better not go like this, but Melissa wins!" Chris declared, trying to stay positive for the sake of the camera.

Kahlin then promptly hopped to his feet, taking a bow. "Every one of these action movies has a schmuck that loses instantly right? Guess I fit that bill, good luck Melissa!" Kahlin cheered her on, while Melissa just chuckled and walked back to her seat.

-Confessional: Melissa-

Melissa rubbed the back of her head, smiling at the camera. "I'm glad there are people like Kahlin still in the final 8 with me. People say things about anyone to try and throw them under the bus, like I almost fell for with Kahlin yesterday, but he stands up for what's right. He exposed Delanie, is a fellow good sport, and sticks to his principles even if it costs him immunity. If there's someone I want to go to the end with, it's him."

-End Confessional-

The next pair entered the open center of the restaurant set, while the other six all just watched. "Match number two is... Beck versus Trixie!" Chris announced the next matchup, with Beck standing with his hands in his pockets and Trixie smugly looking at him.

"Are you gonna wuss out of this one like Kahlin did?" Trixie asked, throwing a jab at the baseballer.

Beck chuckled, shaking his head. "Nah, I came to win this one. I do my own stunts so this shouldn't be too tough." Beck remarked, not backing down.

Chef blew his whistle, and Chris stepped further back to let them fight. "Let the action brawl begin!" Chris started their fight with a yell.

Trixie ran at Beck right away to go for a similar aggressive approach that Melissa took, rearing a fist to punch. "Prepare to eat it pretty boy!" Trixie yelled as she went in for the punch.

Beck sidestepped out of the way, keeping his hands in his pockets still. "Don't be that readable yeah? This isn't a scripted fight or anything." Beck taunted her as she whiffed and slammed into one of the tables.

Trixie turned back around, scowling at his taunt. She grabbed the edge of the prop table and easily picked it up, swinging it right at Beck. "Bet you didn't see this one coming!" Trixie declared as she swung the table.

Beck quickly ducked underneath the table as she did this, and did a swift sweeping kick while still just leaning back with his hands in his pockets. Trixie's swing was turned against her, and she fell forward in a heap with the table landing right on her. "Mayyybe if you didn't announce it." Beck added coyly.

Beck then took a seat on top of the underside of the prop table as it now laid on Trixie, and Chris then counted down. "You're the worst... you don't even need the immunity like I do! We're trying to work together here!" Trixie complained to him while Chris counted.

"Aaaaand Beck wins! Didn't expect that but looks like some actors can live up to their parts!" Chris declared the winner.

Beck moved the table of Trixie afterward and helped her up, just shrugging. "Never hurts to have immunity, so I'm still going for it." Beck replied casually, before just going to sit with the others again.

-Confessional: Trixie-

Trixie buried her face in both palms, groaning. "You've gotta be kidding me... I burn my chance at being safe in the first round, so now I really need Trina or Beck to pull someone over to our four or else I'm screwed! And if there is one thing those munching maniacs can agree on, it's to get rid of me! Beck is so stupid for not just handing it to me."

-End Confessional-

The next pair went up for their fight, and neither was super happy with this. Jim wasn't worried at all, just annoyed, while Trina was terrified. "Come on, ah can't just knock her out." Jim complained, mostly out of pity.

"Can't I just give up sir?" Trina requested to Chris, who was ready to gleefully watch.

"Ah ah ah, you've said you've read the contract before, forfeiting isn't allowed!" Chris reminded her in a smarmy tone. "Now begin!"

Trina sighed and jogged towards Jim, holding both fists up in front of her. "Oh you're actually trying, didn't see that coming here." Jim remarked, mildly amused.

When Trina reached him she threw a punch at his chest, which he just let hit him and do absolutely nothing. "This is so unfair..." Trina muttered to herself.

"Life's not fair lassie." Jim told her, before just elbowing her in the head and quickly knocking her out to get it over with.

Trina just fell face first onto the floor from that, groaning in pain from the single elbow hit. Chris started to count, while Trina just remained down on the floor. "Man, why did some of you weaklings have to make final 8? It kills the fun of this! Jim wins!" Chris announced the winner of the third match.

"Tried to make it quick." Jim told Trina as she pulled herself back to her feet.

"Thanks sir..." Trina mumbled to him as they both walked back to their seats.

With their brief fight out of the way, Thomas got up from his seat and walked to the center of the set while Bonnie just sighed and followed. "You got this bruv." Jim encouraged Bonnie as he sat back down.

Bonnie and Thomas soon stood face to face in the center of the set, Thomas of course fully prepared to fight while Bonnie looked around for anything she could possibly use against him. "The last fight of round 1, begin!" Chris started their match right away.

Bonnie right away grabbed one of the flower pots on one of the dining tables and threw it right at Thomas as he sprinted towards her, hoping to catch him off guard. "Take that." Bonnie let out droningly as she threw it.

Thomas not only didn't get hit by the pot, but he caught the pot in one hand, staring back at Bonnie with a cold look. "You could use some more strength. Auf Wiedersehen." Thomas told Bonnie, before chucking the pot right back at her.

Bonnie got hit square in the face by the pot and stumbled back, rubbing her face with one hand. "Yowch... could've taken it a little easier..." Bonnie mumbled.

"You'll get no quarter from me." Thomas said in response, then closing the distance and going for a slap. Bonnie held up both arms to block it, but Thomas just raised his arm a little bit higher and slapped her to the ground on the face anyway.

Bonnie groaned as she hit the floor, rubbing her face more as she started to pull herself up. As soon as she started to though, she saw Thomas just staring right down at her ready to keep going. "Yeaaaaah... I'm just gonna cut my losses on this one..." she muttered as she just fell back down.

Chris began to count once she went back down, while Thomas patiently waited for her to get back up. "aaaaand 5! Thomas wins! At least she put up a fight here!" Chris declared Thomas the winner, to which only Trixie and Trina clapped for him.

-Confessional: Bonnie-

Bonnie rubbed an icepack on her face, still mildly annoyed. "I thought he was just a translator dude. Guess when you travel a punch you pick up how to throw down."

-End Confessional-

Chris briefly checked his phone while Thomas and Bonnie returned to their seats, letting out a sigh of relief as he read the text on it. "Alright then! Now that round 1 is done with, time for the next fights to go underway! Melissa and Beck, you're back up!" Chris announced the next matchup.

Beck once again just walked to the center of the set with his hands in his pockets and Melissa jogged there before he arrived. "Let's hope you put up more of a fight than Kahlin!" Melissa goaded Beck with a smile on her face.

Beck shrugged his shoulders, leaning back a little. "All depends on how much you want to give it your all. I just know I'm winning this. I never lose my fights in my movies, so this'll be no different." Beck told her nonchalantly.

Melissa smirked at this, and both now looked to Chris, standing ten feet apart. "Finally! Some fighting spirit in this building. Some actual potential action! Go!" Chris started their fight, waving a hand to give them the go ahead.

Melissa ran at Beck like she had done with Kahlin, although when she threw a punch at him, Beck stepped to the side quickly dodged it. She was able to pull back after it and keep her balance, now facing Beck up close. "Already better than last match!" Melissa let out, before going to throw another punch, this time at his face.

Beck leaned his head out of the way of the punch, not at all worried. He then swiveled on his lean and threw out a kick with his left leg, hitting Melissa's right and knocking her off balance. "Crap! You react way faster than I thought!" Melissa proclaimed as she again caught herself.

Beck then jumped onto one of the tables, now just having a bored look. "You haven't seen The Very Last Fight 3 have you? Had some gnarly fight scenes in that. This really isn't anything special." Beck retorted, then went for a kick at Melissa's head now that he had some extra height on the table.

Melissa caught his foot with both hands and pushed it out of the way though, then jumping onto the same table as him as he regained his balance. "Oh I'll give you something special!" Melissa declared as she this time went for a sweeping kick.

Beck just hopped over the sweep though, and right away punished it by pushing Melissa off the table with a kick to the stomach. She hit her back on the table next to theirs as she fell, with Beck just casually hopping down and resting one foot on her back after she hit the floor. "Wouldn't call it special, but it was a little fun, good game." Beck commended her as he held her down.

Chris counted as Beck kept Melissa down, and he quickly reached 5, ending the fight. "Beck wins his fight in round 2, and he'll be going up against whoever wins the next fight!" Chris declared Beck the winner.

Beck then helped Melissa up, who rubbed her back for a moment. "Good game. Even though I lost, I'm glad you didn't hold back." Melissa congratulated Beck with a smile.

"Not a problem. Just a challenge after all." Beck responded, smiling back at her.

-Confessional: Melissa-

Melissa rubbed her back in the confessional, looking a little troubled. "I know the Muncher 4 is solid-ish, but the more I've seen of Beck in the game lately, the more I respect him. I really don't see why Kahlin and Jim dislike him so much now. Maybe they just didn't see his skills as much during the team phase? Because he's certainly a player now! Maybe I can pull Beck over to our side as our fifth. I'll have to ask him about that after the challenge..."

-End Confessional-

With Beck and Melissa's fight done, Jim and Thomas got up and walked to the center of the set, eyeing each other briefly as they did so. "Do ye know how to say 'I surrender' in a buncha languages? Cuz you're gonna need to by the time we're done." Jim warned Thomas confidently, cracking his knuckles.

Once they were in the center, 12 feet apart, Thomas nodded his head, putting his hands behind his back. "Of course I do. If Donna were here she would perhaps direct you to say 'Me Rindo' by the time we finish." Thomas replied politely.

Jim rolled his eyes, clenching his fists as he now waited for Chris to start the fight. "Love the animosity brewing, keep it going! You may begin!" Chris started the fight, now eating from a carton of popcorn.

Jim charged at Thomas right away, rearing an arm back to throw a punch. When he threw it, Thomas parried it with his elbow and delivered a swift chop in retaliation to Jim's hip. "Hrrrk!" Jim let out as he was hit, stumbling back a little.

Thomas then jumped in the air and did a flip as he passed over Jim, before kicking him in the back. "I've studied plenty of fighting techniques for personal reasons, this fight was over before it started." Thomas stated, making Trixie snicker a little at him glossing over the reasons.

"Oh yea? Well I gotta knuckle sandwich for ya if ya think I'm goin' down like that!" Jim yelled angrily, turning around and throwing a punch at Thomas behind him.

Thomas caught his hand and pushed it aside, then took a step back. "Of course. You will not be going down like that. For I have an offer to make." Thomas began to propose, before easily ducking another punch from Jim.

"Seriously!? In the middle of a fight!?" Jim let out, growing more frustrated as Thomas dodged another punch.

Thomas nodded, putting more distance between himself and Jim and just politely talking during their fight. "Simply put, you are at the bottom of your four. Vote with my duo, and you will be taken as our third to the finale. I shall surrender this fight to prove my offer is serious." Thomas proposed, then stood still.

Jim's next punch landed since Thomas didn't try to dodge, and he fell right to the floor silently. "Me Rindo." Thomas surrendered, holding both hands up as he lay on the floor.

Jim looked down at him as Chris counted, crossing his arms. "Hmph. I'll consider it." Jim replied to the offer plainly.

5 seconds passed, and Chris let out a sigh. "Just when things were getting good, Thomas is taken out by a single blow! Jim wins with a gnarly punch and moves on to the final round!" Chris declared.

Thomas got right back to his feet after that, just giving Jim a quick salute before walking back to his seat. "Best of luck in your final fight." Thomas wished Jim as he sat down next to Trixie.

Beck got back up from his seat now and strolled to the center of the set, smirking at Jim. "Well well, guess you're the last one I have to go through before I get immunity again." Beck remarked as he stopped 10 feet away from Jim.

"You mean before I get immunity." Jim corrected him coldly.

"Whatever makes you feel more confident bud." Beck brushed off the correction, still just casually keeping his hands on his pockets.

-Confessional: Kahlin-

Kahlin chuckled, kicking back in the chair. "Man, I almost wish I was in Jim's place, but I need to stay off people's radar, so throwing that first round I don't regret. Would be awesome to see Jim beat the snot out of that poser before we vote him out though!"

-Confessional: Trina-

Trina wrote in her notepad, frowning at the whole situation. "Once again, Chris makes a challenge that favors both men and jocks, and look who made it to the end! Male jocks! Once I get into office, one of my first bills will be challenges with no gender disparity!"

-End Confessionals-

With the two final combatants standing apart from each other, Chris swallowed the popcorn he had been eating and raised a hand. "Beck vs Jim, the fight for immunity at tonight's award ceremony! May the best man win, begin!" Chris started the final fight, lowering his hand and giving them the go ahead.

Beck didn't approach, just standing and smirking at Jim as he ran towards him. "Eat this pretty boy!" Jim yelled as he reared his right arm and then threw a punch at Beck.

Beck sidestepped the punch and chuckled as Jim whiffed and stumbled past him. "That implies you find me pretty." Beck pointed out.

Jim turned around and charged at him again with more anger. "Oh shut it! You wish you had the looks I got!" Jim shouted back at him as he threw another punch.

Beck again just moved out of the way, letting Jim run into the prop table he was standing in front of, which fell apart as soon as he slammed into it. "Yet I'm the one with the roles, interesting how that works." Beck shot back, then walked to the other side of another table while Jim regained his posture.

"Then why are you trying to get the money!? You don't need it! You robbed so many people of the chance to get what they actually need!" Jim lashed out further at Beck as he leapt across the table to tackle him.

Beck had predicted this would happen and again darted to his left, letting Jim fly over the table and hit his head on the next one, making the potted flowers on it fall onto him as well. "This was just a fun getaway, it's not that deep." Beck answered casually, walking back to the center of the set.

"Maybe not to you, but some people actually need that money you brat! Esteban, Toby, heck, probably even that weirdo Maxine! You don't deserve to be here! GRAAH!" Jim yelled before sprinting at Beck with another punch ready.

Beck didn't move this time, and when Jim threw out a punch to the left anticipating a dodge, Beck just held out his leg. Jim whiffed again, and this time got tripped by Beck and fell face first onto the floor. "Welp, sucks to be them, should've played better, just like you should probably learn to control that temper." Beck chastised Jim, then planted a foot on Jim's back.

Jim tried to get back up, but Beck just held him down in place for the 5 seconds he needed before Chris declared him the winner. "Aaaaand done! Jim has been defeated and Beck is the winner of the action flick bracket!" Chris announced, making the star smirk in victory.

Beck stepped off Jim, then whistled as he walked away from him. Jim stood up, his head now hung in shame as he returned to his seat. "Chef and I have some stuff to sort out with the authorities, but we'll see you tonight for the award ceremony! Beck has immunity, so the rest of you will be up on the chopping block! See you then!" Chris informed everyone, before hurrying off with Chef to the exit the police left through.

-Confessional: Trixie-

Trixie grumbled to herself, crossing her arms. "That could've been me with immunity if Beck didn't take me out. He should've just let me get immunity tonight. I already know the Munchers are gunning for me tonight, but Beck was vying for Melissa and Thomas struck something up with Jim, so we just need one of them to flip to our side and we'll be good."

-Confessional: Melissa-

Melissa looked slightly nervous, rubbing one hand on her chin. "This is going to be a dicey vote. Maybe Trina will side with us? Maybe Beck, we just need one person to join our four and we'll be set for the rest of the season! I really hope this doesn't go to rocks, then it'll be completely out of our control who goes home."

-End Confessionals-

Grandiose music played after the confessional, 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.

The final 8 sat in the stands, evenly spaced out from each other for the most part in an attempt to hide alliance lines. In the front row sat Jim and Trina, in the middle sat Melissa, Beck, and Thomas, while Kahlin, Bonnie, and Trixie were in the back row. "Regardless of what happens to nice, it was nice playing with you all!" Trina exclaimed, trying to keep the mood a little light.

Chris and Chef walked on stage soon after, with Chef carrying 7 Gilded Chris awards on a tray. "What. A. Day! Not just for you for once, but for me too! We sorted some stuff out, and the season shall continue with no intrusions whatsoever!" Chris greeted the contestants, awkwardly chuckling afterward.

"I've never seen him this off kilter before. Weird..." Kahlin noted, resting his head on his palm.

Chris could see the odd looks he was getting, so he right away pointed at the contestants. "Time for the fun part for me! You had some time to scramble, mingle, and plan out your votes tonight, so let's see who is getting the axe! As a reminder, Beck has immunity, so you can't vote for him! Now get out your voting devices and rock the vote!" Chris ordered everyone hurriedly.

Everyone kept their devices obscured in this vote, all just scrolling and tapping the face of the person they wanted out in secrecy. Some were faster than others, like Trixie and Jim, while some like Kahlin and Beck took their time voting.

Soon enough all the votes were in, and Chef printed out the results before handing them to Chris. The host raised an eyebrow at the results, but nonetheless looked at the contestants with a smile as he grabbed the first statue. "That was quick! Couldn't really get a read on who voted for who by watching you guys either! But let's see who is safe after all that! Gilded Chrises go to..."

...

"Beck!"

Beck casually caught his victory statue, fully relaxed this ceremony.

...

"Bonnie!"

Bonnie sighed with relief as she was tossed her statue, glad to not have been on anyone's radar today.

...

"Kahlin!"

Kahlin was pleasantly surprised to be safe, glad he cooled his threat level after last time. He caught his statue with one smooth swipe.

...

"Trina!"

Trina had been squirming in her seat a little waiting to hear her name, so she excitedly caught her award and hugged it.

...

"Thomas!"

Thomas just carried the same stoic expression as always, fully sure of the outcome of this ceremony as he caught his award.

...

"...and Jim!"

Jim perked up as he heard his name, having already assumed he was going to be the target tonight. Thomas nodded at Jim as he caught his statue, reassuring Jim further.

Melissa now had a worried look on her face, while Trixie just rolled her eyes. She already knew she was going to be in the hot seat. "Melissa, Trixie, one of you will be going home tonight, ending your hard fought run in this game! Aaaaand that someone is..."

...

"Neither of you! It was a tie!"

All of the final 8 gasped at this to varying degrees, with everyone in the crowd assuming at least someone had flipped. "So... we go to a tiebreaker right?" Melissa asked hopefully.

"Puh-lease. You only want a tiebreaker so you can just destroy me." Trixie complained, giving Melissa the side eye.

Chris shook his head, pointing at the contestants once more. "Nope! That's only at the final four now! Everyone except for Trixie and Melissa, get your voting devices back out! It's time for a revote! You can only vote for Melissa or Trixie, so we'll see how this goes! If you guys tie again, we go to rocks, where one of you six will be eliminated!" Chris directed everyone, instilling a bit of fear.

The six not in the tie pulled the voting devices back out, and most just cast their vote instantly. That was except for Beck and Jim this time, who mulled things over in their heads before locking in their votes. "Come on guys, I've been friendly to you all and a fair competitor, why would I get targeted?" Melissa tried to reason.

"Exactly what you just said, you're more likeable than the other numbskulls you're allied with. But it's all in their hands now I guess." Trixie retorted, leaning back in her seat and putting her hands behind her head.

The votes printed once more, and Chef handed them off to Chris, who still held the final Gilded Chris in his spare hand. "The revote has finished! Let's read off the votes and see who is going home for real this time!" Chris announced, holding up the paper with the 6 revotes.

"Votes go to..."

...

"Trixie."

Trixie scoffed, knowing she was going to get votes again.

...

"Melissa. That's 1 vote each."

Melissa glanced at Trixie again, slightly worried her alliance had somehow pulled something crazy.

...

"Trixie."

Trixie rolled her eyes, just resting her head on her palm.

...

"Melissa. We're at 2 votes each now."

Melissa leaned forward in anticipation, now silently praying someone flipped.

...

"Melissa again. That's 2 votes Trixie, 3 votes Melissa, and one vote left."

Melissa's worries rose further now, while Trixie got some amusement out of seeing her so stressed. "18th voted out and 5th member of our jury is..."

...

"Neither of you again! The last vote was for Trixie!"

Chris showed the final vote to the contestants, revealing that the revote had ended in a tie. Trixie burst out laughing, while Melissa let out a huge sigh of relief. "So what happens now sir?" Trina asked worriedly.

Chef now walked down from the stage and toward the contestants, carrying a covered basket. "Everyone other than Melissa and Trixie, you'll reach into the basket and grab a rock without looking at it and keep it covered in your hand until I say so! Whoever grabs the purple rock will be immediately eliminated from the game!" Chris explained as Chef walked up to the stands.

Jim grabbed his rock from the basket first, reaching under the cloth covering the top of the basket to stop the contestants from just seeing the purple rock and avoiding it. He kept it clenched in his hand, so even he didn't know what he grabbed.

Trina grabbed hers hesitantly, holding it close to her chest and clinging to hope. Kahlin casually reached in and grabbed his, not too worried at all. Beck rolled his eyes and grabbed his rock, slumping in his seat a bit. Thomas grabbed his rock politely, and Bonnie took the last one in the basket with a sigh.

Once all the rocks were handed out, Chris now stepped down from the stage and gleefully walked over to the players in the stands as well. "Okay everyone, holding out your hands and open your palms, time to see who will be leaving tonight!" Chris ordered everyone.

All at once, the six players that received rocks held out their hands and opened them simultaneously, revealing what rocks they had gotten. The camera purposefully avoided showing the colors of the rocks in the hands of the players, although their visible reactions were already apparent. Most relieved, and one absolutely floored.

"Looks like the player who drew the purple rock was..."

...

"Beck!"

Beck threw his purple rock on the floor, with Chef tossing the last Gilded Chris to Melissa and Trixie snatching Beck's away from him. "Talk about a reversal of fortunes, guess you shoulda handed me immunity." Trixie remarked.

Bonnie and Jim both smirked at Beck's anticlimactic loss, while Trina grew rather worried. "This is bogus y'know? I had immunity and now I'm out!? I shouldn't have even been an option for this!" Beck complained.

"Thought this was a fun getaway, it's not that deep man." Jim joked, handing his white rock back to Chef.

Beck stood up and glared at Jim, before just stepping down from the stands. "Oh shut it, you couldn't win immunity if your life depended on it. I'm out, I've got projects to shoot anyway." Beck insulted Jim, then simply stuck his hands in his pockets as he walked away.

"Enjoy the Lame-O-Sine ride my man! The rest of you, return your rocks and you're free to head back to the trailers. Be ready for tomorrow's challenge!" Chris directed the others, flashing a big grin at them.

While the Munchers now all headed back to the trailers, Trixie and Thomas seemed to head in the direction of the soundstages after a while. Trina noticed this as she was hoping to talk to them, so she followed not too far behind them.

Cutting ahead, Beck was going down the Walk of Shame, heading for the Lame-O-Sine with a bitter look. "That was such a good run, sucks it had to end like that. Jim'll get what's coming to him. Kahlin too. Those dudes haven't got any sense of direction in this game." Beck complained as he walked.

Beck soon reached the end of the red carpet and got into the Lame-O-Sine, to which he slammed the door without another word. The vehicle sped off by the time Chris arrived, who only looked mildly amused by Beck's exit. "Talk about a lame way to go out! But hey, should've played better! With the 4 4 deadlock dead, will the Munchers steamroll the rest of the competition? What are Trixie and Thomas going to do to rebound from losing a number? And where does Trina fall in all this? Find out next time on Total, Drama, Reeeeeeeevenge of the Film Lot!" Chris concluded the episode quickly, raising his arms with the name of the season.

Over in Soundstage 15, Trixie and Thomas had went through their secret entrance and were back underground, only this time it was just the two of them. "So you wanna tell me what the heck happened earlier today or do I have to pry that out of you?" Trixie asked Thomas sharply.

Thomas lit a prop candle so they could see each other, and he let out a sigh. "Fine. I'll explain. I owe it to you. I went against the mission and let them get caught." Thomas admitted.

"You what!? We were going to get so much money from that hit!" Trixie let out, almost enraged by this news.

Thomas shook his head, pointing at himself with his thumb. "I was going to. They were going to kill you immediately after the hit. You knew too much." Thomas added grimly.

Trixie gulped at this, but ultimately smiled slightly. "You... you went against one of your spy missions just to keep me safe?" Trixie now put the dots together.

Thomas nodded, adjusting his glasses. "Yes. It wasn't a sacrifice I was willing to make... friend." Thomas addressed her, slightly smiling back at her.

Trixie chuckled, looking down at the ground. "You idiot... I would have taken that money. But... thanks. I guess." Trixie thanked him, not sure how to process all this.

The candle next to them flickered a bit, and Trixie soon had something cut off that train of thought. "How did she-" Thomas began to wonder.

"What the heck was that last night? Sir? Ma'am? I'd like answers!" Trina questioned them, having just climbed the ladder into their secret base.

"Trina? How did you find this place?" Trixie asked in confusion.

"Answer my question first ma'am! You two just snuck back here and I followed, so what's all this about? We need a game plan now that we're in a disadvantage." Trina pointed at Trixie, looked incredibly worried.

Thomas looked at Trina with a frown, pointing to the ladder. "You shouldn't be here. We can talk strategy in the morning." Thomas told her.

Trina shook her head, still staring up at Trixie. "No, that's not all! You were making remarks about my notebook! The one that went missing! I didn't get that joke earlier, but now I do. You absolutely stole it ma'am!" Trina accused Trixie.

Trixie shook her head, playing coy. "Me? Noooo, must've been someone else for once. But Thomas is right, you gotta get lost. This is our base." Trixie dismissed her.

Trina clenched both fists, staring them down. "You two fail to pull anyone over, make secret meetings, and now you stole my notebook!? This game is one big joke to you huh? You especially Thomas sir, you never came here to play the game huh? You came for... whatever all this is! When I tell everyone back at the trailers you've been scheming down here, I've got my ticket to the final 5! You can't hide who you really are forever!" Trina threatened them.

The candle flickered once again, and Thomas and Trixie's eyes both grew wide in horror, starting to back up. "No... you were supposed to be caught..." Thomas muttered as he looked past Trina.

Trina looked back, and was greeted by the sight of Nikolai stepping out of the darkness and into the light created by the candle. "Hello coworkers. I see you gathered here after today's incidents and arrests as well. Care to talk?" Nikolai greeted them coldly.

Trixie looked genuinely scared now, taking steps back. "Trina... y-you need to leave." she stammered out.

"You don't understand, you went too far. We can talk in a bit." Thomas tried to reason with Nikolai.

Trina grew confused by this, while Trixie hid behind Thomas. "Who are you sir?" Trina asked Nikolai, now looking at him.

Nikolai was also slightly confused by her presence here, but greeted her nonetheless. "Me? Nobody. I just have some business with these two." he answered just as politely as she had asked.

Trina giggled at this, then gestured to the pair with her thumb. "Business with them? Here's some advice, get better business partners sir." Trina joked to him.

"Trina! Just... just go!" Trixie urged her.

Nikolai just gave a wave of dismissal though, ignoring Thomas's reasoning. "No no, you're fine. Take your time." Nikolai told Trina, now reaching into his pocket.

"What's this about ma'am?" Trina now asked the pair, growing further confused.

Thomas now pulled out one of his sheathed knives, incredibly on guard while Trixie stayed safely behind him. "Just... tell us what you want Nikolai." Trixie now addressed him.

"To go over some business, and my sister." Nikolai answered, staring at them forebodingly.

Trina rubbed the back of her head, now taking a step back as well. "I think I'm in the middle of something here sir. There's really no need to-"

BAM!

Trina was cut off by a quick shot to the head from Nikolai's dart gun, making her collapse instantly while Trixie and Thomas watched in horror. "No! She wasn't involved in this at all! She just-" Trixie began to stammer, but was cut off by Nikolai just shushing her.

Thomas was a bit shaken as well now, and Nikolai just kept the same stoic look as he shushed Trixie. "Shhh... let's just talk, shall we?" Nikolai told them, now aiming the dart gun right at the pair.

Players Remaining:

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

Placements:

8th: Beck

9th: Delanie

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