EDIT: THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN REWRITTEN TO FIX ERRORS AND IMPROVE CONTENT.
Author's Note: Finally finished the next chapter!
I've got nothing to say right now, so... The third episode is about to start, so read and enjoy!
"Last time on Total Drama Island, twenty-two campers arrived and learned that they'll be spending the next eight weeks at Jabberwock Island. The campers were faced with their first challenge: jumping off a cliff into shark-infested waters! While most campers took the plunge, a couple were forced to wear the dreaded chicken hat. At the campfire ceremony, it all came down to two campers. In the end, the first camper voted off Total Drama Island...was Toko, proving that reality TV and pessimism don't really mix."
The camera cut to Chris standing at the docks.
"Who will be voted off this week, in the most dramatic campfire ceremony yet? Find out tonight, on...
Total...
Drama...
Island!"
Episode Two: The Ultimate Sleep
The episode opened, with Chris standing in the aisleway of the cottages, with an airhorn in one hand and a megaphone in the other. With a shit-eating grin on his face, he blew the airhorn into the megaphone. Combined, they created an ear-splitting noise that reverberated throughout the island.
Unsurprisingly, the loud noise caused the sleeping campers inside the cottage to wake up and panic. They hurriedly got dressed and rushed outside—with Junko going as far as diving out her cottage window. The panic quickly died down, however, when they realized who the source of the sound was.
"Was it really necessary to wake us up like that?" Maki asked Chris, a pointed glare on her face.
"Morning!" Chris greeted, ignoring the girl's question. "Hope you slept well!"
"Personally, I slept like a baby," Kokichi replied before turning to the person next to him. "What about you, Kaito?"
Kaito just glared at the boy, his arms crossed.
"I'll take that as a "no."
CONFESSIONAL - KAITO:
"Ever since I lost that bet with Kokichi, he's been making me do everything for him," he explained. "Sure, he didn't make me do anything during the first challenge, but when the cameras stopped rolling, he decided to really lay on me. He made me do a bunch of trivial shit, like getting him stuff from the market."
He let out a long sigh. "I'm just glad that week is over. And if there's anything I've learned, it's that I'm not accepting any dares ever again. Definitely!"
"Good nom-nom-noming, Chris!" Ibuki exclaimed. "You know, like "good morning," but with food? Nom-nom!"
Chris gave her a look. "...Okay. Well, I hope you're all ready, because your next challenge begins in exactly one minute!"
"Whoa there," Junko interjected. "What about breakfast?"
"Don't worry, Junko, you'll get breakfast," Chris assured. "Right after you complete your twenty-kilometer run around the island!"
Moans and groans arose from that statement.
CONFESSIONAL - LEON:
"Look," he started, "I don't mind the occasional workout, but at seven in the morning?" He scratched the back of his head. "...Yikes."
"Run?" Hiyoko whined. "But I don't wanna run!"
The camera panned over slightly to show Mondo, who giving the girl an irritated look.
CONFESSIONAL - MONDO:
"Hiyoko has been doing nothing but bitchin' and whining ever since we've got here," he huffed, still pissed. "Always crying when something doesn't go her way."
He let out an aggressive breath of air. "I will be so fuckin' glad when she leaves."
"You have thirty seconds," Chris told the campers, and they used that time to position themselves at the starting line.
"Okay, runners!" Chris announced. "On your marks... Get set... Go!"
Some campers took off running, others started with a light jog, while the rest walked in order to conserve their energy.
The scene skipped ahead, showing the campers still going at the race.
"Do you know how much longer we have?" Komaru groaned to Makoto, whom she was walking with.
"I don't think we're even halfway there yet..." Makoto replied, causing Komaru to groan again.
Suddenly, Chris drove past the two on an ATV, megaphone in hand. "Pick it up, people! If you're not back by dinnertime, you don't eat!"
"W-Wait, I wanna eat!" Komaru exclaimed, beginning to pick up her pace.
At the restaurant, the first pair of campers had arrived—Kaito and Tenko.
"We tied, huh?" Tenko huffed, out of breath.
"Yeah..." Kaito replied, also out of breath, before letting out a cough. "God, I need some water."
"Ha! Weak," Tenko snorted. She then let out a cough herself. "Crap."
The scene skipped again, still at the restaurant, where most of the contestants—along with Chris—gathered. They sat at the tables, waiting for the last few stragglers to arrive.
And they did, about ten minutes after everyone else had settled in. Hiyoko trudged in, followed by Shuichi, and eventually, Mikan.
"I'm never running again..." Hiyoko whined as she took a seat at the nearest table.
"Can that include your damn mouth, too?" Mondo muttered under his breath.
"What took you two so long?" Maki asked, glaring at Shuichi and Mikan. "We just lost the challenge because of you."
Mikan immediately burst into tears. "I'm s-sorry for being such a slowpoke! I'll let you do anything you want to me if it'll make you feel better! Just please don't hate me!"
Maki, along with a few others, could do nothing but stare at the pitiable girl in confusion.
"Wait..." Sayaka realized. "If they lost, that means we won, right?"
The Bass cheered at the news—at least until Chris swooped in with news of his own.
"Whoa, there! Hold your horses, that wasn't the challenge!"
Sayaka blinked. "Huh?"
Instead of responding, Chris just pulled the white sheet off a nearby table, revealing a delicious assortment of various foods.
"Who's hungry?"
CONFESSIONAL - JUNKO:
"After eating that sludge they called "food" for a week, I wanted to cry when I saw that buffet."
The camera showed the aftermath of the buffet; the food was polished clean, and the now-full campers were lying around, groaning.
"Okay, campers!" Chris announced, making use of his megaphone once again. "It's time for part two of your challenge!"
"Huh?" A confused Yasuhiro asked, mouth still full of food. "I thought eating was the second part!"
"Nope! It's time for... The Awake-a-Thon!"
"The What-a-Thon?" Makoto repeated.
"Don't worry!" Chris assured. "This is an easy one! The team with the last camper standing wins immunity!"
"Wait," Shuichi spoke up, "so that run, and this food, was so it would be harder for us to stay awake?"
"That's right, Shuichi!"
"Smart," Celestia commented.
"Move, move, move!" Chris ushered, and the campers lazily piled out of the restaurant.
"How long do you think it'll be before everyone's asleep?" Rantaro asked his teammate, Maki.
The girl gave him a wary look, but responded nonetheless. "Not long, I hope. I'd rather not lose any more sleep than necessary." With that, Maki walked past the boy and out of the restaurant.
The scene transitioned to the beach, where the campers were sitting around the campfire pit; they were all visibly tired.
"We are now twelve hours in," Chris voiced-over softly, "and only one camper has fallen asleep."
The camera showed Ibuki, who was knocked out cold on the sandy ground.
CONFESSIONAL - IBUKI:
"What?" she asked, shrugging her shoulders. "When someone tells Ibuki not to do something, it always makes Ibuki do the thing!"
CONFESSIONAL - CELESTIA:
"As someone who has watched many reality TV shows throughout her years, I can confidently say that an alliance will get you far. Fortunately, there are a few members on my team that are stupid or naive enough to do whatever I say."
Celestia looked over toward her unlucky victims, a glint of malice in her eyes. "Makoto, Yasuhiro. May I speak to you two for a moment, please?"
The two boys exchanged a confused look. Eventually, Yasuhiro shrugged and stood up; after a moment, Makoto did as well.
Celestia led the two to a far end of the beach, as to avoid suspicious eyes and ears, before speaking. "I am offering a proposition: an alliance."
"An alliance?" Yasuhiro asked. "Like, working with you?"
"And why?" Makoto added.
"If you agree to join, I will take you both to the final three with me," Celestia replied simply.
Both boys pondered that statement for a moment before Makoto spoke up again. "Well, why pick us?"
"I believe you two have...assets that will prove to be useful."
Yasuhiro perked up at that. "Useful?"
CONFESSIONAL - YASUHIRO:
"This could be my big break!" he exclaimed. "To show everyone that I'm not stupid and am capable of winning this competition!"
"I'm in!" Yasuhiro exclaimed, immediately shaking Celestia's hand; a look of what might have been disgust flashed across the girl's face, but her usual smile quickly came back as Yasuhiro turned to Makoto. "Can you believe we're going to the final three?!"
"Of course," Celestia interjected, "that is only if Makoto agrees to join also." She looked at said boy. "Are you in, Makoto?"
Makoto scratched his chin in thought. "I don't know..."
CONFESSIONAL - MAKOTO:
"On one hand, I could become good with Yasuhiro and Celestia. Plus, I'll have a better chance of winning the prize money." He scratched the back of his head. "On the other hand, though, it feels kinda...wrong?"
"Um... This "alliance" won't involve us, like, tricking other people or being mean to them, right?" Makoto asked.
"I promise this alliance will not encourage trickery or bullying," Celestia replied.
"Alright..." Makoto took a breath. "I'll join."
"Perfect," Celestia smiled.
A timer on the top corner of the screen indicated that twenty-four hours had past, and more campers had fallen asleep by then.
"Congratulations, campers!" Chris announced. "You've made it to the twenty-four hour mark! Time to take things up a notch!"
Chris stood next to a pile of something in a wagon. He also stood next to Chef who was dressed in, of all things, a light pink sheep costume while carrying a small harp.
"Fairy tales!" Chris announced, pulling back the white sheet to reveal a pile of books.
CONFESSIONAL - MAKI:
"How old does Chris think we are, four?" Maki remarked, a look of disbelief on her face.
Chris picked a book from the pile and began reading, voice soft and slow. "Once...upon a time... There was...a boring village. And inside this boring, sleepy village...filled with very boring children..."
Chris continued to drone on while Chef played the harp (who glared at a few off-screen snickers). Meanwhile, some of the awake campers were trying their hardest to not fall asleep.
Suddenly, the "Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy" began to play as Chef, now dressed in a pink tutu dress, danced and threw some sort of glitter onto the campers, causing them to immediately yawn.
"Pretty...glitter..." was all Sayaka managed to get out before she succumbed to slumber.
CONFESSIONAL - SAYAKA:
The camera showed a well-rested Sayaka holding glitter glue in her hand.
"So, yeah, I like glitter," she confirmed. "Really gives the finishing touch on a masterpiece, doesn't it?" She squirted the blue glitter glue onto her hand and held said hand up to the camera.
The timer now showed that forty hours had passed. Kaito, Kaede, Kokichi, Maki, and Rantaro were still awake for the Gophers, while Mondo, Junko, and Tenko held up for the Bass.
The camera focused on Kaede and Kaito, who were sitting on the sandy beach together, chatting.
"So, you're telling me you've only listened to songs from the 80s and 90s?"
Kaito gave an embarrassed chuckle as he snatched the back of his head. "Yeah."
"We have got to get you better music taste," Kaede joked with a laugh.
Kaito grinned. "Is it that bad?"
"No, butpeople are gonna think you're an old man because you only listen to music from one time period."
"Oh, yeah? What about those music composers you said you liked? They're not from the same time period?"
"That's totally different!" When Kaito quirked an eyebrow at Kaede, she continued with, "Okay, how about this? When this challenge is over, we'll use my music player and find better music together. Deal?"
"You got it."
The two shared a smile.
Kaito opened his mouth to say something else, but looked over and saw that Kaede had fallen asleep. With a smile still on his face, he took off his space-patterned jacket and draped it over her like a blanket.
The focus then switched to Maki. The girl sat by herself on a log stump, but looked up when she noticed a pair of legs obscuring her view.
They belonged to Rantaro, who smiled at her. "Mind if I take that seat next to you?"
Maki blinked and turned her head. Sure enough, an empty log stump was there. She blinked again, then turned back to the boy and shrugged.
"Cool." Rantaro must've taken it as a "I don't mind" because he took said seat. "So... Any particular reason why you signed up for this show?"
Maki looked at him again. "Why do you care?"
"I don't wanna sound rude, but you don't seem like someone who would sign up for this type of show."
"Well, you'd be right. I'm only here to try and win the money. Nothing more, nothing less."
"Is that so? I noticed you've seemed pretty lonely since we got here."
"I'm used to it."
Rantaro's easygoing expression gradually turned into a slight frown at Maki's remark.
CONFESSIONAL - RANTARO:
"Tough girl, huh?" Rantaro asked rhetorically, an embarrassed smile on his face.
"Neo-aikido, huh? Is that a new form of martial arts or something?"
Junko and Tenko had lied together on the ground while they talked.
"Oh, yes!" Tenko replied, some energy still (somehow) left in her. "My master and I invented it ourselves!"
"Cool." Turning her head to look the other girl in the eyes, a teasing smirk had formed on Junko's face. "So, what if I told you I wanted you to teach me neo-aikido?"
Tenko shot a smile of her own right back. "I'd say, "heck yeah!"
The timer now hit eighty-five hours, and the sun rose for a second time.
A pan down revealed some particularly amusing scenes from the campers such as Kokichi snickering as he scribbled on a sleeping Kaito's forehead with a marker, and Ryoma curled up like a cat while he slept.
Barring Kokichi, the remaining awake campers were barely holding it together.
"What's the matter with you people?" Chris asked, walking onto the scene with a cup of coffee in hand. "Come on, fall asleep already!"
"Yo, man," Mondo called. "Mind if I get a swig of that?"
Chris spared the boy only a glance before taking a sip of the coffee.
Mondo scowled. "Oh, fuck you."
Chris shrugged. "Alright, you five stay with me," he said, referring to Mondo, Kokichi, Maki, Junko, and Tenko. "The rest of you, take a shower, for heaven's sake! You stink!"
As the eliminated campers trudged off toward their cottages, Chris turned to the remaining ones. He took another sip of his coffee.
"I didn't want it to come to this. I said that to Chef Hatchet last night. I said, "Chef, I don't want it to come to this. But darn it, these campers are tough!" And so, I've come up with the most boring, sleep-inducing activity I could find."
CONFESSIONAL - MONDO:
"Jesus fucking Christ," he groaned as he cradled his head in his hands."What now?"
Suddenly, he raised it and stared directly into the camera. "You know what? Bring it."
"The History of Japan," Chris announced in a dull tone as he opened the big red book. "A pop-up book. Chapter one."
The host started reading, making the seated campers groan.
The footage skipped ahead to eighty-seven hours, and Maki, Mondo, and Tenko had all fallen asleep, leaving only Junko and Kokichi left.
"Ooh, you wanna fall asleep so bad..." Kokichi mocked, waving his hand in front of Junko's face.
With each passing second, Junko could feel her eyelids drooping lower and lower. "How do you...still have...so much...energy?" Unfortunately, her body gave out on her at the exact moment she finished her sentence, and Junko fell into a deep sleep.
"Well, that was anti-climatic," Chris commented, noticing the scene. "Anyhow, that means the of the official winner of the Awake-a-Thon is...Kokichi! The Screaming Gophers win!"
A frown then appeared on his face as he noticed Kokichi still bouncing around. "Dude, aren't you tired?"
Kokichi laughed. "No way!" He proceeded to contradict himself by immediately collapsing to the ground, sound asleep.
The Bass was all gathered at one table in the restaurant later that day, all radiating the same energy of disappointment.
"So..." Sayaka started. "Any ideas on who we should vote off?"
"Ibuki, maybe?" Yasuhiro suggested, causing said girl to pout at him. "She was the first to fall asleep."
"Personally, I think we should vote off Hiyoko," Mondo spoke up, thumbing to her.
"What?!" Hiyoko stared at him with a look of disbelief. "Why?"
"Because you've been doing nothing but bitchin' and whining ever since we got here," Mondo answered.
"He's not wrong," Leon commented.
Hiyoko scoffed. "Yeah? Well, I think we should vote off Mondo. He's the one with the anger issues!"
"Also true," Leon interjected.
"Leon, shut the fuck up," Mondo snapped.
"See?" Hiyoko said. "And he thinks I should be the one gone. What really needs to be gone is that excuse of a hairstyle you call a pompadour."
If Mondo wasn't pissed already, he was downright furious now.
In a flash, he lunged across the table and used one hand to lift Hiyoko up by the collar of her kimono; the other was curled into a fist, ready to punch the girl.
"That's it! I've had enough of your bullshit!"
"H-Hey!" Hiyoko cried. "P-Put me down!"
"Whoa man, calm down!" Yasuhiro exclaimed, trying to tug Hiyoko from Mondo's grip.
"Yeah, chill out!" Leon agreed, trying to pull Mondo's arms down. "It's not worth it, man!"
Mondo glared at Hiyoko—who had a look of pure terror on her face—for what seems like forever before roughly dropping her onto the floor.
"Fine," he spat, "but she better be gone tonight."
Stuffing his hands inside the pockets of his pants, Mondo turned on his heel and made his way to the exit.
"Wait, where are you going?" Yasuhiro asked.
"Out."
With those parting words, Mondo swiftly left the restaurant, leaving the rest of the Bass in complete silence.
Tenko scoffed, breaking that silencer. "Degenerate male. Who does he think he is, putting his hands on a defenseless girl?"
"Well yeah," Kazuichi replied, "but she kinda deserved it."
"Maybe, but was violence really necessary?" Sayaka agreed.
"Yeah," Makoto agreed, "I don't think that's right, in any context."
"In my honest opinion," Celestia interjected. "If no one stands up to Hiyoko's childish behavior, she will continue it. Frankly, I'm glad Mondo did that. Perhaps it will instill some sense into her."
"I guess it doesn't really matter which side you're on," Leon said. "All we have to do is vote for either Hiyoko or Mondo, and this whole conflict will be solved, right?"
"Hey, why am I being put on the chopping block?!" Hiyoko protested. "I was the one who was assaulted!"
Leon responded with an indifferent shrug.
"Glad we got that out of the way," Ibuki said. "I'm starving!" Pulling out a dinner roll from who knows where, she started chomping down on it.
"Hey, is that from that buffet earlier?!" Leon noted, trying to reach over and grab the food. "Yo, spare some! I'm hungry, too!"
Ibuki dodged Leon's attempted theft and ran away, leading to Leon chasing after her.
When nightfall hit, the Killer Bass gathered at the beach for their first ever elimination ceremony.
"You've all cast your votes and made your decision," Chris announced, plate of marshmallows in hand. "When I call your name, come up and claim your marshmallow. Whoever doesn't receive a marshmallow must return to the Dock of Shame, board the Boat of Losers, and leave. And you can never come back. Ever. The first marshmallow goes to...Junko."
Chris tossed the marshmallow to a still-dead asleep Junko, the treat landing perfectly inside her open mouth.
"Tenko."
"Sayaka."
"Makoto."
"Leon."
"Celeste."
"Kazuichi."
"Yasuhiro."
"Ibuki."
The named contestants each collected a marshmallow, until only one remained.
"Campers, this is the final marshmallow of the evening," Chris announced, looking between the two marshmallow-less contestants, Mondo and Hiyoko; however, neither of them were paying attention to him, as they were too busy glaring at each other.
"The final marshmallow goes to...
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Hiyoko. Mondo, the Dock of Shame awaits."
"Ha!" Hiyoko laughed as Chris tossed over her treat.
"You guys voted for me, huh?" Mondo stared at the ground, expression unreadable.
"Yeah..." Yasuhiro admitted. "Sorry, man."
Silence.
Suddenly, Mondo stood up. "Actually, you know what? I don't blame you guys for votin' me out. So, I'm gonna take my leave like a man. Later, everyone."
After everyone (or, well, almost everyone) said their goodbyes, Mondo made his way down the Dock of Shame with a small smile on his face. Head held high, he boarded the Boat of Losers and began his trip away from the island.
While the Bass toasted and ate their marshmallows, the camera focused in on Chris. "Well, things certainly got heated, and it's only episode two! How will things change from here on out? Who will be voted off next? Find out next time on... Total! Drama! Island!"
The camera focused on Kaede, who rang the doorbell of someone's cottage.
After a few moments, the occupant of said cottage opened their door. "Kaede?"
"Hey, Kaito," she greeted. A grin grazed the girl's face as she showed him a pink music player. "Are we gonna find some good music taste, or what?"
Kaito laughed. "Really? I thought you were joking about that. How did you even smuggle that? I thought electronics weren't allowed here?"
Kaede smirked. "I have my ways. So, are you in?"
"Hell yeah!" Kaito moved over to let Kaede in before re-entering it and shutting the door behind himself.
Killer Bass - Celestia, Hiyoko, Ibuki, Junko, Kazuichi, Leon, Makoto, Sayaka, Tenko, Yasuhiro
Screaming Gophers - Kaede, Kaito, Kirumi, Kokichi, Komaru, Maki, Mikan, Rantaro, Ryoma, Shuichi
Eliminated - Toko, Mondo
Author's Note: So, a lot happened this episode. Our main alliance was established, there were a couple of ship teases (and a friendship tease), some drama/tension arose, and another person got booted off.
Much like Toko, I didn't really have much plot for him. Hopefully I didn't make that conflict with Hiyoko too OOC for him, and that I did his elimination (and his character) justice.
But, what are your thoughts? I always love to hear from my readers!
Well, that about wraps it up. Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed! Until next time!