Chris stands in front of the film lot, between the two trailers the teams currently live in as he begins his recap. "Last time on Total Drama Action! Sixteen campers from our first season arrived at the abandoned Waning Bros. Film Lot to compete for one million dollars. The only problem was a three hundred foot, man-eating robot controlled by Chef Hatchet also wanted the prize for himself. Luckily, Geoff and Bridgette were able to work together and achieve victory. However, Geoff's guilt over his kiss with Gwen at his party gnawed at him enough to allow Bridgette and the girls the better trailer accommodations.

Will DJ take more of Chef's crap? Will Gwen get found out by everyone else? And how much longer until I get my first Gemmy award? All-.. most of those questions answered on tonight's dramatic episode of…

Total!

Drama!

Action!"

A clapper overlaying the camera snaps shut.

The catchy theme song from last season makes a return, playing over a new intro sequence.

The first shot depicts a bag of popcorn on the floor being eaten by a raccoon, followed by a close-up of a camera perched up in a bird's nest over a stagelight, and lastly Chef Hatchet trying on a beautiful, see-through pink dress in a velvet room, just before he realizes he's being filmed and Chris appears, slamming a clacker down that forces the camera to fall down into a pool of water.

Dear Mom and Dad, I'm doing fine.

You guys are on my mind.

Harold, in his street clothes balancing on a surfboard, dodges seagulls being fired at him through a baseball launcher, one of which hitting him in the nose and causing him to fall into the pool below.

You asked me what I wanted to be

And now I think the answer is plain to see.

Duncan laughs, revealing himself as the one who was firing the shots. To his right, Tyler jumps to regain control of the gun, only for Duncan to use it on him, causing him to run out the door as the delinquent continues to laugh.

I wanna be famous.

We zoom out of that set to the beach, where Beth is suntanning with Cody, the latter reading a doujin with a lewd anime girl on the cover while Beth has her hands behind her head and a pair of sunglasses over her eyes, her braceless teeth shining.

I wanna live close to the sun

So pack your bags 'cause I already won.

We pan toward two pillars, featuring Heather and LeShawna standing on one each, battling each other with foam batons. They each get some decent hits in, but LeShawna is able to get a better one that knocks Heather's wig off of her head, revealing her baldness.

Everything to prove nothing in my way

I'll get there one day.

The brunette wig falls into a pot of food on a stove, which DJ peppers with a pink shaker, a heart as the label. He grabs a spoon and takes a sip of the broth, which he finds delicious.

'Cause I wanna be famous.

Lindsay, nervous as she watches the monitors, clicks a button that detonates a bomb, destroying a random building with Owen and Izzy inside, the couple still making out on a couch despite the blast around them. This appears to be an accident, if her terrified face of regret is anything to go off.

Na-na-na-na-na-na!

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na!

Justin walks in front of Owen and Izzy, posing, showing off his muscles and kissing the camera before Izzy jumps on his back and bites his neck, scaring him into running away with her still on his back. Owen chases after them, right in front of a limousine.

I wanna be, I wanna be

I wanna be famous!

The limousine passenger seat opens, revealing Trent and Gwen. Trent stares at Gwen romantically, his arm wrapped around her shoulder, while Gwen forces a smile his way, hugging herself awkwardly. Trent motions his hand, and the camera follows the new pathway he's created.

I wanna be, I wanna be

I wanna be famous!

The camera soars past paparazzi into a talk show set, where the peanut gallery as well as the contestants from this season, whistle the instrumentals of the theme song while Geoff and Bridgette prepare to lock lips, only to realize they're being filmed and stop before their lips can meet, a blush on both of their faces.

Total Drama Action: The Creeps Cut

Written by voicefromunderthecovers

"Attention!" Chef yells in DJ's face, his spit spewing onto the poor teenager as he sits on a bucket in the deranged cooks kitchen, a mop in his hand.

"I already was listening! What is this all about? Haven't you tortured me enough?" DJ questions, his voice high and fearful.

"It's never enough! Not until you stop hating me, and start falling in love with your new step daddy. Like your momma. Do you understand?" Chef pokes his protege in the chest.

DJ winces in disgust, looking away.

"Well, do you?!" Chef roars.

"S-sure, sure.." DJ replies, rubbing his arm awkwardly.

(Confessional: Chef)

"I see a lot of myself in DJ.. and between you and me, I didn't get much of a payday between season one and two. That boy has it all: strong social game, strong features, big fanbase, a decent head on his shoulders… Now all he needs is a strong, brutish, masculine figure in his life to toughen him up. I plan on being that figure."

(Confessional end)

Chef paces in front of DJ once more, hands behind his back. His watch shows that it's 5:00 AM. "Listen up, and listen up good, 'cause I'm only gonna go over this once: Me and your Momma are gonna have a great, dazzling, beautiful life together. But I don't necessarily have enough money for the wedding right now.."

"For real?!" DJ gasps, ecstatic. Chef glares at him, silencing him real quick.

"With that being said, I was thinking that we make a little deal, in order to make your momma as happy as possible… I'll toughen you up and help you in challenges, as long as you win the million. If you win, you gimme half the money, so I can cover our wedding expenses and the cost of living. Whaddya say… son?"

"But… wouldn't that be cheating? And besides, why would I wanna work with you? You're cold, and smelly, and you want nothing more than to use my Momma, for whatever reason." DJ lashes out.

"Can't you see I love that woman? Or are you so caught up in your own selfish biases that you don't give a damn about your own mothers feelings?! For shame, DJ…" Chef shakes his head in disappointment.

DJ hangs his head and sighs. "...You better be making Momma happy."

Chef grabs DJ's shoulders. "Of course I am. And all my money will be going to giving her the happiest life possible. You understand?"

"...I guess so. As long as we don't cheat to win. Momma hates cheaters." DJ replies.

"Of course… put her there." Chef offers his big, meaty, strong hand for DJ to shake. Reluctantly, he does so. Chef grins, a soft chuckle behind his gappy teeth. "Good boy… now scrub this kitchen from top to bottom!" He yells demandingly.

"Y-yes sir!" DJ salutes his step-dad, hurriedly scrubbing the floors with his mop. Chef laughs, crossing his arms.

"Too easy…"

One hour later, the campers are in the craft services tent getting breakfast. DJ exits from the tent flap leading into the kitchen, wiping sweat from his forehead. Geoff and Bridgette, sitting right in front of the entrance next to each other, spot him. His face is covered in chimney smoke. "DJ, oh my god, you look terrible! What happened?"

"Oh, this? I uh.. I was cleaning the oven and uh, well.. You know Chef! Always one for his pranks.." He forces a smile, which looks incredibly unnatural to both of them. They exchange a concerned look.

"Why are you helping him, dude?"

"For Momma's sake." The gentle giant replies between clenched teeth. "I gotta go wash up…"

"Yeah, no problem. Please, take care of yourself." Bridgette responds. DJ nods and begins walking past them, but crouches down and whispers into Geoff's ear before he leaves.

"Go in for the kill." Geoff goes wide eyed. Bridgette definitely heard him say that. DJ walks away, toward the communal washroom to wash his face. Bridgette crosses her arms and gives Geoff a suspicious look as he stares back at her awkwardly.

"What was that about?"

"Nothing!"

Bridgette rolls her eyes. "Yeah, you're hiding something."

"...I'm gonna go help DJ clean up. Love you!" Geoff smooches his girlfriend on the cheek, stands up and speed walks out, calling his friends name as he leaves. Bridgette pinches the bridge of her nose and sighs.

(Confessional: Geoff)

"God, I'm such an asshole! But dudes, telling Bridgette is a lot harder than I thought it'd be. I'm gonna do it, I have to! I owe her everything. But… it's not easy, man."

(Confessional: Bridgette)

"What on earth could that man have done? Is it really so unforgivable that he's this scared of telling me? You don't think it has anything to do with Gwen, right? I mean, I heard the rumors that she liked him, but that's just a dumb puppy love crush, right? I mean, Gwen has a boyfriend. RIGHT?"

(Confessional end)

Gwen yawns in line, scratching the small of her back as her baggy eyes lazily stare into the back of her boyfriend's neck. "Yeesh, you look like crap." Duncan comments from behind her. She turns around to look at him.

"You think so? It's the insomnia. It makes me look as bad as you normally do." Gwen teases.

Duncan laughs. "Haha, got me there. I'm one ugly SOB."

"Could melt the garnish off a mirror." Gwen smirks.

"Funnily enough, my insomnia's doing a lot worse since that party." Duncan comments.

"Worst day ever, right? Oh my gosh." The goth agrees. Trent notices their dialogue and turns around.

"You're telling me. Courtney's dumb list, the crappy vibes at the event, none of my friends were in the mood to hang, and neither was I after Ms. CIT decided to dump me." Duncan continues.

"Whatever happened there?"

"I dunno. She wanted a preppy lifestyle, and I'm anything but. Good riddance, am I right?"

"Well hey, I'm pretty open. If you ever need to talk about that stuff, or your feelings, I'm a good listener."

"Thanks, but I'm not the touchy-feely type."

"Yeah, you're more of the gropy-fangirls type, eh, Duncan?" Trent chuckles, bumping his elbow against Gwen's arm. "Ya like that one, Gwen?"

Neither of them laugh.

(Confessional: Gwen)

"See, that would have been funny if Trent didn't have sex with my mortal enemy and I hadn't recently cheated on him. The guilt has eaten me up so bad inside that I'm almost more uncomfortable with him not knowing than him knowing. I think his lack of medication is getting to him too."

(Confessional end)

"Yeah, I'd make a retort back, but I've got a good feeling you can't take a joke as much as you can throw one out." Duncan replies.

"Psht, whatever, ya baby. Come on, try me."

"Well, personally, I wouldn't be talking if my dick smelled like Heather's coochie, but hey, that's why we've got two heads, right?"

Gwen can't help but laugh, cutting Trent off before he can let out an angered response. She hits Duncan playfully. "Dude! Not cool!" She says between fits of laughter.

"You.. think that's funny?" Trent asks, confused.

"I mean, a little! I thought you wanted me to be over that whole thing? We can't joke about it now?" Gwen questions.

"Uh… sure, I just wasn't sure." The emo boy sighs, a hand rubbing his forehead.

"It's okay, Trent. Just relax." Gwen says, a hand on his shoulder.

Trent humorlessly chuckles. "Ha, alright, I'll relax. Regardless of your quips, Punkcan, we're still gonna kick your ass in this challenge."

"Bring it on." Duncan says with a challenging smirk. Gwen laughs with him.

(Confessional: Trent)

"Duncan thinks he's so awesome. Oh yeah, piercings? So dangerous! That Oscar the Grouch cut? Yeah, real manly dude. I love it when Gwen and I stick it to Duncan. Ha, no wonder Courtney dumped him and yet me and Gwen are still going strong. Punk. Fucking loser. Ha." He twitches.

(Confessional end)

By the condiment table, Izzy drenches her pancakes in ketchup. Lindsay and Beth stare at her, both of them disturbed. "That is so wrong." The blonde says.

" So wrong." Beth agrees. Izzy looks up at them and smiles.

"In battle, we put ketchup on everything. Covers the taste of mortar~" She caps the ketchup and tosses it to the side, walking back to her table. Lindsay flashes her gray fingernails at Beth.

"My new nail polish is mortar! Isn't it hot?"

"Gray is so totally your color!" Beth compliments. Tyler walks up next to her with his tray.

"Hey, Lindsay. You got a second?"

"Of course I have a second, I have like, a million of those!" Lindsay flicks her wrist at him.

He narrows his eyes at her. "Right… Look, I just wanted to say sorry about yesterday. And for my… bad performance." He scratches the back of his neck, but looks directly into her eyes as he apologizes. She gives him a sympathetic smile.

"Aww, I forgive you! Besides, I know you'll get way better with more tries, just like with sports." Lindsay says, supportive as always.

"Yeah.. yeah! You're right! And to make sure I keep getting better, I'm gonna totally lead us to victory during this next challenge! Just you watch, babe." Tyler exclaims.

"Ooh, this is so exciting!" Lindsay cheers.

Beth looks less convinced. "Um…"

(Confessional: Beth)

"Tyler is a really nice guy and all, but I also think he might be the worst player in TD history. Well, aside from Ezekiel. Still, I can't just let him and Lindsay lose. I'll help them win this challenge too, whatever it is. Hey, think it's a talking animal movie challenge today? I LOVE talking animal movies."

(Confessional end)

Cody and Harold do not have breakfast in front of them this morning, only their textbooks and pencils. Cody taps his eraser against his bottom lip while Harold scribbles out an equation on his paper. "This is pretty advanced math." Cody hums.

"Simple math for guys like me. You get a lot of practice with this kind of thing when roleplaying." Harold states.

"Simple my butt. You're just gifted." LeShawna replies, practically copying off of her ex from across the table.

"Correction, autistic. Depending on who you ask, it's like a superpower. Or a curse. I see it as a bit of both. Like a risk versus reward item in an RPG." Harold explains.

"Dude, you're scaring her." Cody says.

"Trust me, I'm already scared off. Not from either of you, just.. This." LeShawna replies, tapping at her book.

"Makes sense. This is senior year stuff." Cody says.

Harold taps his scrawny friend's shoulder. "Hey, you know the new episode of Shonen Ball Fight Super is dropping today, yeah? You gonna watch it?"

"Oh yeah, we can watch it on my laptop, dude." Cody states confidently before realizing where he is. "Oh wait.. No WIFI."

Harold lowers his head in disappointment. "Darn. Now I really wish we were in the girls trailer."

LeShawna leans over the table. "Hold up.. Y'all like Shonen Ball? I loved that show when I was a kid!"

"Really?" Cody and Harold both say in unison, surprise in their eyes.

"Totally! I'd come home from school, sit down with a bag of chips and watch Zorkon beat the tar outta that freaky alien dude. Ah man, talk about nostalgia." She looks off to the ceiling whimsically.

"We could totally watch it with you, if you want! Shonen Ball is the coolest. My favorite fight is the one on Planet Gak, where Zorkon goes Ultra Deluxe Beast Mode, and clobbers Cellular, the dictator from outer space!" Harold exclaims, leaning over the table as well.

LeShawna smiles. "That sounds really cool. I uh- I actually don't remember the show too much.." She lies, sitting back down in her seat properly with a blush on her cheeks. "Maybe after today's challenge we can-"

"Hey, guys!" Heather interrupts, a faux smile on her face and a tray of pancakes in her hands. LeShawna and Cody immediately glare at her, while Harold smiles.

"Oh, hey Heather." He greets back.

"What do you want?" Cody questions.

"I was just going to ask if I could sit with you guys, nothing nefarious here." Heather replies, flinging her wrist innocuously. Cody and LeShawna's glares do not cease. Harold looks between them, scratching his back awkwardly.

"Uh.. Well, I'll allow you to sit here."

"He's the only one. The rest of us say no." LeShawna states.

"Come on, LeShawna, can't you let bygones be?" Harold pleads.

"No way! She did so much fucked up shit on the island and never apologized for any of it sincerely, don't you remember? Hell, she was probably behind that prank at the party, too!" LeShawna argues.

"That was actually me." Harold admits.

"What?" LeShawna, Cody and Heather emit surprise.

(Confessional: Heather)

"Taking the blame for me? God, that geek is stupid. But also really, really.. Uh, gullible. Moldable, if you will. All I need is him and a few other goobers to survive till merge. Simple, right?"

(Confessional end)

"But why though?" Cody questions.

"I perfected the recipe for stink bombs and couldn't let my masterpiece go to waste." Harold explains, giving Heather an obvious wink. She nods as subtly as she can.

"It was a pretty good stink bomb. I threw up in my mouth when it first hit." Cody says, looking up at an angry LeShawna.

"Ugh.. just go, Heather. There's another bench right over there." LeShawna points across the room, venom never leaving her eyes.

Heather rolls her eyes and leaves, deciding it isn't worth it.

Next to the trio of nerds, Owen eats up his pancakes, devouring them at a sonic speed until Izzy joins him at the table across from him with her murder cakes. He gasps, his eyes sparkling as she begins digging into her hotcakes face first. "Woah… Hey, E-scope, can I try some of that?"

"Hm? Mhm!" She reaches into the mass of syrup and ketchup and tears off some pancake, offering it to Owen. He sucks it off of her hand like a vacuum cleaner, but keeps sucking her drenched fingers even after it's in his gullet. Izzy gives him seductive 'fuck me' eyes, feeding herself before lathering his cheek in pancake as he leans over the table.

Between the two, Justin scoffs, standing up with his plate. "Excuse me, I seem to have lost my appetite."

Beth stands up at his side, hands clasped over her chest. "Do you need me to hold your hair back while you vomit? I'll be gentle with it~"

(Confessional: Justin)

"If I've learned anything on this show, it's that my hair can be endangered at any second. Just look at Heather's. She went from Raven to Bald Eagle. It's really sad. I can't allow Beth to just tear out my luscious, fluffy locks. That would be a travesty."

(Confessional end)

After Geoff and DJ emerge from the kitchen and sit back down near Bridgette, Chris walks into the room wearing a directors cap and sunglasses. He's holding a bag of supplies in one hand, has a camera necklace on instead of his usual bag necklace, and holds a clapper in his other hand. "Welcome to day two of Total… Drama… Action!" He slaps the clappers shut.

"Are you gonna do that every time?" Duncan questions.

"Yes. Yes I will." Chris answers.

Duncan shrugs. "Alright then."

"How's your school work coming along, kids? You start on it yet?" The host bemusedly asks.

"Is that going to be on the quiz?" Lindsay replies, holding her hand as if she's in class right now.

"Honestly, it's not terribly hard." Harold says.

"Yeah, it's impossible." LeShawna corrects.

"Good! Because it's not really something I have to care about. But, it is on you whether or not you flunk out of senior year, so sink or swim at your own discretion." Chris explains. "Now, onto today's movie genre: aliens!"

Duncan, Gwen, Tyler, Harold, Cody, Geoff and Izzy look super excited, while practically everyone else is stone faced.

"You mean that super sad movie 'Across The Line?"

"No, Lindsay, not those kinds of aliens." Chris corrects, holding back a chuckle.

Lindsay still looks puzzled. "Oh… What kinds of aliens?"

"Chef, take it away, maestro." Chris says, waving toward the cook now standing in the window of the serving counter while mixing a bowl of… Something green.

"You have three basic rules: aliens wanna take over the world and start making lots of baby aliens. People fight back. Then the military rolls through." He flicks the spoon, the contents of which hit Owen in the eye. He doesn't seem to mind much, simply rubbing it dry and licking his fingers. "Yo, Chris," Chef grits his teeth at the host. "Where's my paycheck at?"

Chris, surprised at the question, answers, "It's uh… in the mail!"

Chef growls, unamused. Chris quickly takes out a map from his bag, dropping his clackers on the ground to do so. "Today's challenge? Find an alien egg and return to home base before Momma Alien finds you."

"Sorry, losers, nobody knows alien flicks quite like me. The more obscure, the better." Duncan gloats.

Gwen leans over the table, a challenging look on her face. "'I'm gonna blend up those no-good aliens, and have 'em for breakfast!'" She quotes in a gritty voice.

"Dude, Alien Chunks is my favorite alien movie of all time!" The delinquent replies.

"Me too! I've seen it twenty-seven times!" Gwen exclaims.

"Fifty-three." Duncan states confidently.

"You'll be tough to beat. But I have my lucky charm." She lifts a blender stuffed with alien guts necklace up from her lap, showing it off to her table.

"Oh, that's sick! I have the same one back home."

Trent hops his knee nervously, staring off into space with a worried look on his face.

(Confessional: Gwen)

"This necklace is from the first official showing of Alien Chunks 3, and was sold as a promotional item with the purchase of a ticket and big bag of popcorn. Maybe the best way of scoring in this challenge is to team up with the only other person who has the same amount of knowledge of the genre as me."

(Confessional: Trent)

"You know, I remember last season when Duncan and Gwen bonded over horror movies, and people would say to me, 'aren't you intimidated, Trent?' and people online started shipping them, according to Noah. But obviously Gwen is loyal to me. After all, she'd never cheat on me with someone I hate after I did the same to her as revenge, right?... Right?"

(Confessional end)

DJ takes a deep breath in. "Uh, Chris… I hate to ask, because I'm afraid I already know the answer, but… who's playing Momma Alien?"

Chris smirks. "I'm glad you asked, DJ. Chef?"

DJ's fears are confirmed true as Chef, wearing an alien costume now, walks up to his window, a bitter look on his face.

"You call that slime? Make-up!" Chris snaps his fingers, and just like that, a slow, steady stream of slime is poured out onto the cosplaying cook. His entire body is covered.

"I hate my life."

(Confessional: DJ)

"Is he going to be the villain of every challenge?! I dunno if I can handle that on a daily basis.. Oh right. HE'S MARRYING MY MOM!"

(Confessional end)

As Chef pulls on the curtain to hide himself again, the contestants look down at rectangular calculator-esque devices in their hands, and pieces of paper in front of them. Chris hands the last one to Owen before heading back to the door, lifting his shades over his forehead. "These are GPS devices, and on your tables each of you will find maps of the UFO you'll be exploring to find at least one alien egg. All the while, Chef 'Alien' Hatchet will be hunting you down using his freaky alien powers!"

"You mean a water gun like last season?" Geoff asks.

"Oh, Geoffrey, so naive. He'll be hunting you with a variety of tools, but mainly an alien blood shooter. If you get slimed in any way during the challenge, you're out of the running and can report back to the entrance of the UFO. Once you find your egg, bring it out to the exit of the ship and wait for the military, I.E. Me, to arrive in a helicopter. The two closest to victory will be this season's team captains."

"I thought you said there were no teams." Heather raises.

"No, I said there are no teams PRESENTLY. There will be teams in 3 days." He puts up three fingers for emphasis. "Also… today is not just a reward challenge. It's also your first elimination challenge."

Everybody gasps.

Chris can't help but laugh. "That reaction never gets old."

The entrance to the UFO shuts behind the cast, with Chris in full military get-up waving them goodbye as the doors close. In front of them are four doors, each numbered from 1-4. The walls are gray and metallic, with tanks of water bubbling and cameras sticking out from them. The floor is black and echoes with each footstep that clashes against it. "Gosh, there are so many doors to choose from… if only a strong, bold, rustic man could help lead us through the one he found most trustworthy to get to our desired route!" Beth exclaims, leaning towards an oblivious Justin as he checks himself out in the mirror. Tyler gasps.

"I'm a strong, bald, rusty man! Or, uh, at least the first one. Okay, Beth, Lindsay, I have a plan! We go through door one." He points at the first door.

"Oooh, why that one, Tyler?" Lindsay asks.

"Because, first is the placement of winners! Chris wants us to think like him, and he's totally a winner. I mean, he's rusty, right?" Tyler explains, sounding pretty uncertain himself.

Beth prods her fingers together. "Um, I dunno, Tyler… I was kinda referring to-"

"Look, just hear me out, okay? I know that last challenge I kinda screwed things up big time, and could have easily scored us the win if I had just used my head. But I'm telling you, there's no physicality in this decision! The first door is the best door. I know that! I can feel it in my bones."

"And how many times have those bones broken on you, Einstein?" Heather mocks. "Beth, Lindsay, you're better off coming with me. I'll lead all three of us to victory."

"Hold it right there! Tyler may be clueless, but he's way better a partner than you are. You'd probably feed us to an alien Chef monster if given the chance just to save your own skin!" Beth lashes out, pointing a shameful finger at Heather, who leans back with a scoff.

"Yeah!... wait, clueless? I'm not clueless!" Tyler yells.

"Yeah, Tyler's way smarter and stronger than you, Heather. I mean look at him, he's bald and his hair actually fits on his head!" Lindsay replies, holding her boyfriend's arm. Heather and Tyler both look confused.

"...What?!" Heather barks.

"Come on, Lindsay, we don't need to hear this crap!" Tyler wraps an arm around Lindsay's hip and walks her through door one. Heather reaches out but gives up, rolling her eyes before walking away. Beth realizes they're leaving almost too late.

"Wait for me!" The farm girl runs in after them.

(Confessional: Heather)

"Welp, there goes my one chance to have Lindsay lead a team opposite of me. Imagine how much of a train wreck that would be. My team would be living on easy street. Oh well."

(Confessional end)

Harold walks up to Cody and LeShawna, who are talking with Gwen. "Hey, guys. Wanna be in a team together?"

"Do you even have to ask?" Cody says.

"I'm game!" LeShawna adds. The three group high-five. She turns to Gwen. "Hey, Gwen, want in on this?"

Gwen smiles at her. "Totally. It'll be like being on the Screaming Gophers again, minus all the chaos."

"I wasn't a Gopher last season. I was a proud Bass. Although in my heart of hearts, I identify more with the Gophers than the Bass. And gophers are way superior animals to bass. Much smarter, too." Harold rambles.

"Uh… thanks for the insight, Harold." Gwen replies, looking strangely at him.

"He gets like that with everything. It's hilarious." LeShawna whispers into her friend's ear. They laugh between each other.

"Guess that means I'm in this group too, huh?" Trent asks, wrapping an insecure arm around Gwen's shoulders. She leans into him.

"Damn right you are. You're stuck with me."

"Haha, I sure hope so." He smiles warmly at her. She smiles back. As he leans in for a kiss, she leans back.

"Hey, Duncan, wanna join us?" She innocuously asks.

The delinquent looks up from his GPS and grins. "Sure, why not?"

Trent scoffs as Duncan walks up to their group. "Why not? Why not?"

"Unless you've got a problem with that, Elvis?" Duncan asks, raising his brow. Gwen also looks up at him.

"Tch...Whatever." Trent squishes Gwen harder against his body, his left eye twitching. She tries to lean into it, but she's clearly uncomfortable.

Heather looks up at all of her options, her arms folded over her chest. Harold watches from afar and frowns before walking toward her. He taps her on the shoulder, getting her attention. "Hey, Heather, wanna join our group?"

"Heather? Seriously?" Gwen questions.

LeShawna rolls her eyes. "She's got her hooks into him like nobody's business."

"Well… only on the condition that I get to be team captain if we win." Heather replies. A sea of protesting 'no's' humbles her real quick.

"Sorry, I'm no miracle worker. Plus I'm still a democrat." Harold says with a shrug.

"Fine. Worth a shot." Heather walks with him toward their group.

"Just be prepared to play the role of meat shield." LeShawna comments.

"Yeah, stick towards the back of the line." Trent demands.

"You're one to talk." Heather replies, glaring at him. Trent glares back at her, a menacing stare that actually forces her to look away.

(Confessional: Heather)

"Okay, there is something up with Trent. Before this season, he was a weirdo punk with daddy issues, but that stare? He's got murder in his eyes. Weird goth girl better run while she has the chance."

(Confessional end)

"Door number two, everyone?" Cody questions at the head of the team.

"Whatever you think is best." Harold replies.

"Anything is better than following the jock and the airhead. No offense to Tyler and Lindsay, but the sporty types are always the first abducted in these flicks." Cody instructs.

"Didn't know you were an alien movie buff, Cody." Gwen praises. He blushes.

"Well, ya know, hehe…"

"We should get moving." Trent forces. The team doesn't speak another word, heading into door number two.

(Confessional: Cody)

"I sacrificed the one chance I had with Gwen to give Trent the chance to make her happy, and this is what he does with it? Dude must be off his meds."

(Confessional end)

Owen taps his temple as he looks between doors number three and four. Suddenly, his free hand by his hip is grabbed by Justin's. Owen spins around, amazement in his orbs. "Hey there, handsome."

"...Hi, Justin." Owen replies, a big grin on his face, his eyelids half closed.

"Help me win this challenge and I'll personally ensure you end up on my team when I become team captain. That way we can spend more alone time together." Justin muses, rubbing the big guy's hand like a masseuse.

"Ooh…" He moans. Before he can give an answer, Izzy's much smaller hands cling onto his right wrist, her nails digging into his skin possessively. Justin looks surprised.

"Come on, Big-O, I can help YOU win the team captain role, and that way you can use your winner skills to lead your team to victory and be the most popular guy on the Film lot! I know WAY more about UFO's than Justin the Jag-off over here does!" She jabs her thumb toward the supermodels direction.

"You do? I thought aliens were all fake, though." Owen questions.

Izzy thinks on the fly. "Uh, no way! I've totally been abducted, like a hundred times! I think I'm probably related to Martians!"

Justin rolls his eyes. "Ugh. Why did I ever date you?"

"I dunno, why did I? You're so not my fucking type!" Izzy shouts over Owen, leaning in.

"Vulgar woman." Justin fires back, leaning in over Owen too.

"Soulless beast!"

"Freakazoid."

"Mindless manipulator!"

"Forest Crotch!"

Izzy takes that one particularly hard, pulling herself up Owen's back to be taller than Justin. "I'll have you know, Owen prefers his girls hairy!"

"GUYS, COME ON, PLEASE STOP!"

They both stare at him. Owen continues holding both of their hands. "We can be a full team together! No need to fight."

A few seconds of glaring between the two passes before they shake Owen's hands at the same time as if to accept his deal. "Alright… but I'm leading." Izzy breaks the silence, dragging Owen behind her. Just releases his hand from Owen's.

"And I'm following." He picks his nose up into the air and folds his arms as he follows Owen and Izzy into door number three.

(Confessional: Owen)

"Is it weird that having two hotties fighting over me made me kinda… hot? Don't tell Izzy. Or Explosivo. Or Justin."

(Confessional: Justin)

"Izzy and I started dating on the Playa because we both knew we could boost our popularity off the show by being some kind of scandalous couple. It didn't really work out, since she wasn't exceptionally popular, and she's a crazy bitch. Then she started dating Owen. The guys easy to manipulate, big deal."

(Confessional: Izzy)

"Justin and I? Worst relationship ever. My heart belongs to Big-O. He's the cutest guy I've ever met, hands down."

(Confessional end)

Geoff looks down at his feet anxiously, sighing as Bridgette impatiently waits for him to give her something, anything. DJ sweats, just as anxious just from watching them. He decides to walk up behind them, grabbing both of their arms. "DJ?" Bridgette questions.

"Come on, guys! We can't be late and end up losing what's important , right, Geoff?" He glances down at the surfer dude impatiently. Geoff guiltily rubs his arm.

"What is he talking about, Geoff? Does DJ know too?" Bridgette raises her voice, in complete disbelief.

"Um…" Geoff simply mutters, looking away. DJ glares at him.

(Confessional: Geoff)

He lays his chin on the table, his hat covering his eyes as he draws in a long breath. "...This sucks so much."

(Confessional end)

Behind door number two, which closes the second Heather passes through it, much to her surprise, is a narrow pathway filled with pipes and valves clinging to the wall. The group follows Cody, the sound of their GPS trackers blinking echoing off the empty walls. The occasional sounds of pipes aching and settling doesn't help their nerves, either. They pass by a door, which LeShawna stops at to shiver. "Ugh! Can you feel that?" Everybody stops to listen to her. "It's like… there's something in there cold as ice, with no soul…"

Chris watches them all from said room. "Aww, thanks. Hahaha, now take that!" He pushes a button that releases a steady supply of steam onto the contestants, all of them coughing and gasping in shock. Harold jumps into LeShawna's arms, terrified. She gives him a look, while he tries to smile at her.

(Confessional: LeShawna)

"I already told that skinny little tadpole that things between us just aren't meant to be. Guess he can't get over the lusciousness that is LeShawna."

(Confessional: Harold)

"I'm pretty sure LeShawna isn't over me yet. I see the way she looks at me.. Like she's unpantsing me with her eyes… her beautiful, brown eyes… like chocolate almonds- oh!"

(Confessional end)

Heather shakes her GPS machine, glaring at it as her group moves forward. "How come we're the only dots on the screen? How are we supposed to know where anything is? And how come they're not showing us where Chef is?"

"Geez, have you ever seen a thriller before?"

"I told you once already, all those movies are is mindless-"

"Don't waste your breath. The only movies Heather's into are hairless." Duncan mocks, getting Gwen to giggle as she leans against him. He laughs with her, while Heather fumes, growling behind everyone else.

"Whatever, don't blame me when you two are soaked in green alien goop."

"Human shield, remember?" Gwen teases.

"It's pretty much the only reason we're keeping you around." Duncan agrees.

Trent shifts his eyes at the two, rubbing his arm self consciously. Cody notices, but decides to keep his leadership role. "So, uh… quite the narrow path, eh?"

"You're telling me! We're wide open to any sort of attacks." LeShawna replies.

"Just like that one scene in the Shining, with the bloodbath. If an alien goo sized bath hit us, we'd be done for." Harold explains.

"See? Even Harold's watched more cool movies than you, Heather." And just like that, everyone but Trent and Harold are now laughing at Heather. She can growl in response.

(Confessional: Heather)

"It's like I'm back in middle school again. I'm the weakling. The bullied, instead of the bully." She clings onto herself, rocking back and forth. "So… powerless…"

(Confessional: Gwen)

"Look, don't judge me. Heather screwed my boyfriend, harassed all of my friends, and pranked us at the party. What more could I have against her?"

(Confessional end)

They reach a crossroads, where their path diverts four ways. Cody checks the map. "Huh… So south will put us in the lower decks, west in the 'healing room', east toward door number two's path and north to the boiler."

"Alien eggs are always in the boiler room. We go north." Duncan orders.

"All in favor?" Gwen questions. Everybody but Trent raises their hand, but when she gives him an expectant look, he raises his too.

"Uh, yeah! Let's go! North it is." He smiles at Gwen, who forces one back.

(Confessional: Gwen)

"I'm a lot less concerned with Chef than I am with telling Trent what happened - which I haven't forgotten about by the way. I mean, I did place second last season. I know exactly what I'm doing."

(Confessional end)

In door one, the rooms are much more open, each one being a doorless rectangular shape with branching pathways. Tyler leads Lindsay and Beth while they chatter with each other. "...And so that's how I totally saved the school."

"That's awe inspiring, Lindsay!" Beth gasps, running over to a water tank with an intern dressed like an alien inside. She pushes her face against the glass, smiling brightly. "Wowwww…. Groovy!" She takes a few steps back and takes out a polaroid camera to take a few pictures. Lindsay runs up with her, while Tyler checks the map and the GPS.

"Ooh, get me in the shot! That's such a cute camera."

"Thanks! Most people use phones and lose out on the adorbs filter that polaroid offers. It's such a shame. Say cheese!" The two hug each other in front of the intern, getting ready to take the shot. As they snap it, the intern opens his eyes and growls, prompting Beth to drop the camera. Both girls hold each other and scream, running away toward Tyler. He turns his head to them in confusion.

"Huh? Wait, woah, settle down!" The jock makes a wall in front of them so they can't leave. "What happened? Is Chef here? Did he hurt you? Are you slimed?"

"No, Tyler, we saw a weird guy open his eyes at us!" Lindsay shrieks.

"He wasn't Chef, but… it was still creepy, okay?" Beth admits.

Tyler wraps his arms around both girls. "Hm.. Don't worry, girls, I'm in charge now. Just stick close to me and we'll get outta here with our new teams!"

"Yay! My hero~!" Lindsay leans into his arms and hugs him tightly on his left side. Beth squeezes his hand for dear life and walks with him.

(Confessional: Beth)

"I was so not scared! I was just…. Okay, maybe I was scared. Could you blame me?"

(Confessional: Lindsay)

"Tyler is just the sweetest guy ever. But I get the impression that he's conversating for something."

(Confessional end)

Tyler marches on. "Come on, ladies, if any alien wants to steal you away from me, especially my lucky star here," He holds Lindsay tighter, her smile evident that she's enjoying the attention, "he's gonna have to go through me!"

Squelch.

All three of them freeze.

"D-did you hear that?" Beth questions, whispering.

Behind door number four is a mix of doors one and two, a somewhat narrow path with the occasional fork in the road. DJ makes all of the decisions on where to go while Geoff stutters in trying to tell Bridgette what happened. Bridgette impatiently listens.

"A-and so-so! Then I was eliminated off of the island. All over that jury vote. A damn shame. But then we had a wicked party!" Geoff shouts.

"Geoff. I watched the show. I know all of that happened." Bridgette replies dryly.

"Oh… ahaha, right." The party dude rubs the back of his neck.

"You do know only two people can win this reward, right? I'm starting to think maybe it should just be me and DJ if you're so adamant on lying to your own girlfriend." Bridgette replies, crossing her arms.

"Babe, no, it's not like that. It's just really hard to say. A lot of people are gonna get hurt from this making headway, not just you and me. Not even just Gwen…" Geoff mutters. Bridgette gasps, covering her mouth with both hands.

"Please tell me you didn't cheat on me with Gwen. Please!"

"I swear I didn't!... I technically didn't."

"Oh come on, just say it! You're only making things wor-"

SPLAT!

DJ, in slow motion to the viewers, rockets to the floor, a puddle of green stuck to the back of his shirt. He falls to the ground on his stomach, slowly looking up in horror as he realizes he's been eliminated. Down the hall from one of the forks they passed, Chef chuckles, cocking his squirt gun. Geoff and Bridgette scream, holding each other.

"Quickly! Save yourselves!" DJ yells. To his surprise, they run away from him without looking back, a door slamming behind them. He glares their way. Chef passes by him, not even acknowledging his defeat.

In door number three, Justin and Owen follow Izzy's lead, still all holding each other's hands for whatever reason. This room is green with a netted grate floor. Justin leans into Owen to whisper in his ear. "Words of advice from one handsome man to another, drop Izzy."

"I can't do that! I love Izzy. She's like, wild, and sexy, and can eat an entire buffet just by herself! Besides, she's really good with my little brother - it's adorable." Owen explains.

"That's all fine and good, but you're forgetting the fact that she's a complete psycho." Justin states.

"That's the best part." Owen muses.

"Suit yourself. I guess you prefer Izzy's fire crotch to my… bare one~" Justin flashes the contents of his pubic area, which are silky smooth! Owen gasps, drooling as his eyes turn to spirals. Izzy yanks him forward, detaching him from Owen.

(Confessional: Izzy)

"Owen is so loyal! I heard that entire conversation, and man, Justin is good! And bad. The only thing going for him is that he's so sexy nobody can resist him… Nobody. I have a plan that will ensure his good looks can never take Big-O away from me again, if he even SURVIVES this challenge! If I win, I hope we get to name the teams, because wouldn't 'The Kaleidoscopes' be so cute?"

(Confessional end)

Sliiiither… Sliiiither.

"Shh! Do you hear that?" Izzy stops the group, one finger put up to her lips. Owen and Justin look around, their eyes widened.

"Hear what?" Justin questions, frightened.

Owen looks up and sees it. It's Chef, crawling on the ceiling, aiming down at Justin. Owen reacts, jumping in front of both Izzy and Justin just as they notice it too, screaming as he's shot in the stomach, eliminated from the challenge. Izzy and Justin watch him go down in surprise, with Justin especially scared. "Ow! That smarts!" Owen yelps, clutching his stomach.

Chef jumps down from the ceiling, reloading the gun menacingly. Izzy stares down Chef, reaching toward the back of her grass skirt. Chef laughs as he approaches her and Justin. "One of us… isn't coming out of here clean." Izzy flashes her own gun, aiming it at Chef as Owen and Justin watch. Chef's jaw drops, but he quickly fixes himself back into a more serious expression. Justin gulps.

"Okay, um… I can't stick around a warzone at risk of my luscious skin being tainted like Chef's. So, goodbye!" The supermodel runs for the hills, far away from this group of crazies. Chef growls at him, but chooses to focus on Izzy, who laughs at the diss.

"You call that a paintball gun?" Chef tosses his own gun away, then jumps up toward the ceiling and descends with a giant minigun. "THIS is a paintball gun."

"Haha! Fun, I love this game!" Izzy chuckles, throwing hers away to pull out the same kind of gun. Chef braces himself, getting into firing position.

"Izzy, how'd you even get that?" Owen asks, still on the ground.

"Every veteran comes packing heat, Big-O! That's the secret to a successful militia." Izzy answers.

Owen looks confused. "...What?"

Izzy approaches Chef, who also approaches, the two stopping one foot away from each other. "If I can handle hand-to-paw combat with a polar bear - ha - I can handle a bald, emotionally withdrawn cook in a Halloween costume!"

"Who you callin' a cook?!" Chef cocks his gun and fires away, splashing the zone while Izzy backflips, avoiding the barrage and landing safely on her feet. She then aims at Chef and fires away, screaming like Tarzan as she does so. Chef narrowly side-steps the shots, avoiding being slimed before aiming at her face and firing at it. She dodges a few shots, almost all of them, but is taken out by one hard shot to the chest. She falls lifelessly to the ground, her tongue sticking out of her mouth. Chef gasps, running up to her. He crouches down.

"Uh oh… not again!"

After a few seconds of death, Izzy opens her eyes and jumps up like a shooting star, laughing maniacally. "I thought you were dead.." Chef says uneasily.

"Ahahahahaha! Yeah, I get that a lot!"

(Confessional: Izzy)

"So I didn't win, big deal! E-Scope works better under the cover of darkness anyways! All this light makes her go something something!"

(Confessional end)

Cody leads his group forward. Duncan, Gwen and Trent are the closest to him, so when a giant metal door shuts right after Trent passes, it locks Harold, LeShawna and Heather behind it. The four who made it past turn around, shocked, and bang on the door, as does LeShawna. "Yo! Did somebody set off a booby trap?"

Harold chuckles, staring at Heather's chest. She smacks the back of his head. "I wasn't thinking of yours!"

"Yeah, right." Heather snarls.

"It must have had a capacity coded into it. If more than four people cross through, the door slams shut. You guys'll have to find another way to the boiler." Cody explains.

"A capacity problem, huh..?" Trent swallows nervously.

(Confessional: Trent)

"So it's my fault then? Was I the one who triggered the door closing? Ah, geez, I'm so unlucky. I gotta figure out a way to redeem myself, and fast."

(Confessional end)

"Hey, why don't we split up and we'll try to save some eggs for you guys?" Trent suggests.

"How generous of you." Heather replies, rolling her eyes.

"What other choice do we have?" Harold asks.

"Harold's right. There's another hallway just down here. We'll see if we can meet you there, but if you don't see us, just grab what you can and get out." LeShawna says.

"Alright. Good luck, LeShawna!" Gwen yells, cheek up against the door.

"You too, girl!" LeShawna yells back, walking away from said door.

Harold strikes a confident pose. "Come on, I'll lead the way!"

(Confessional: Harold)

"Chris must have a pretty big bias for me in the game. Not that I condone it, I wanna be on equal footing as everyone else. That whole cheating with Courtney last season? I did that for my dignity. Duncan had it coming. But this? This is purely indulgent for me and my ladies. So thanks for that, Chris!"

(Confessional end)

LeShawna takes a big step toward Heather. "I get working together and all, but there is no reason to keep Heather with us. There's surely another way you can go that isn't here."

Heather scoffs. "Are you joking me? You already agreed to let me in your group!"

LeShawna scoffs in return. "Not one this small."

"Do you know how dangerous it is to travel alone here? Chef will eat me alive!" Heather yells.

"Not my problem. Come on, Harold, she's a bad influence." LeShawna grabs Harold's scrawny arm and tries dragging him down the hall. He gives Heather a sympathetic look.

"LeShawna, I-"

"Wait! Please, I'm begging you." Heather drops to her knees, clasping her hands together. That gets LeShawna's attention. "I…" Her cheeks turn pink, her eyes averting. "If you let me come with you I'll vote out whoever you want for the next week. As long as it isn't me, I'll do it."

LeShawna narrows her eyes at her. "You're the only person I got beef with, though. I'd rather not make deals with devils."

"LeShawna, come on, she's begging! Hasn't she suffered enough? Besides, three heads are better than two, even if my senses are extremely heightened from years of camp experience." Harold says, fixing his glasses.

Heather looks up at the two with big, soft puppy eyes. LeShawna glares back, but sighs, facepalming. "Fine. But I don't need your vote to survive, and if Chef comes along, I won't try to save you."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Heather stands up, hugging LeShawna who immediately pushes her away.

"Let's just go." LeShawna orders, walking away. Harold winks at Heather as she passes him, and she looks away to hide her tiny, shy smile.

(Confessional: Heather)

"I am not afraid of aliens. Or Chef. Or even getting eliminated… Okay, maybe I'm afraid of getting eliminated. But I'm definitely afraid of this creepy freaking location. I have to hand it to the producers, I am thoroughly spooked."

(Confessional: Harold)

"And the legacy of Harold's Isekai begins! Yes!"

(Confessional end)

As the three walk together, Harold holds up his index finger. "Worry not, ladies, with the help of my enhanced sense of smell from years of scratch and sniff stickers given to me for my classroom excellence, I'll be able to sniff out any alien Chef nearby."

Chef drops behind him and shoots him in the back of the head, dropping him like a fly. LeShawna and Heather spin around and scream.

(Confessional: Harold)

"...Isekai's are lame anyways."

(Confessional end)

The two rival girls sprint away, pushing each other every chance they get to worm their way down the narrow hallway away from the slithery, middle aged alien running up on them. They're able to make it toward a more open area that leads directly to the netted room Izzy's group were in just a few minutes ago. LeShawna shoves Heather so hard that her wig flies off into a burning furnace, and she's shoved to the ground, reaching out for the short, smart, brunette wig as it's disintegrated by the flames. "NO!"

LeShawna is the more straightforward target, still running away, so Chef takes one look down his sights and fires a singular shot that hits her in the ass. "Ooh! My booty! How dare you!" She wipes her ass with both hands, hissing at the pain. Heather wipes tears from her eyes, meanwhile, as she despairingly shuts down and lowers her bald head against the floor. Chef's shadow looms over her, the towering man lowering his gun before firing into her back.

"Ow! Can't you see I'm in mourning here?! Dick!" Heather barks, her glare startling Chef. He backs away, grumbling as he waltzes off to his next target.

Tyler leads Lindsay and Beth, looking down at his GPS. "Hm… there's a big room down the next few halls. That's the boiler.." He cross-references with the map. "So, the alien eggs should be in that room."

"You're so smart! Isn't my boyfriend so smart?" Lindsay brags.

"So's mine! He's going for a GED this summer. Isn't that wild?" Beth chuckles, smirking.

"That sounds advanced! How old is he again?" Lindsay asks.

"Nineteen. He's so mature." Beth dreamily sighs.

Lindsay clings to her jock boyfriend, who smiles in return as he squeezes her back. "Well, he's nowhere near as brave as my Tyler.."

"But I am!" Justin proclaims, standing near a wall with sweat beading down his forehead. Lindsay and Beth gasp, their eyes turning to hearts, their hands clasping together.

"Justin!" They squeal in unison, running up to him to hug each side of his person. Tyler glares, crossing his arms.

"Where's the rest of your group?" He challenges.

"Splashed by alien goo. Had to run for my life. Owen sacrificed himself for me, girls. He's winning major headway in the battle for my heart." Justin says, touching his chest.

Beth gasps. "No way! I can totally top that!"

"I'd take a bullet for you, Justin! Anywhere but my butt or boobs, anyways." Lindsay says.

Tyler looks disheartened. "Lindsay, are you saying you like Justin more than me?"

She waves at him dismissively. "No, Tyler, I'm just saying he's more attractive than you."

Tyler growls, twitching slightly before crashing out. "That's it! You want brave? I'll show you brave!" He cracks his knuckles, walking in the direction that Justin ran from.

"Dude, where are you going? You said the boiler rooms that way." Justin points his thumb north,

Tyler chuckles, stopping. "Don't care. We won't have to worry about some alien if I break every bone in its body. I'm gonna be a bigger man than you and kick that thing's ass!" As he takes one step more around the corner, he's met with the alien Chef grinning from ear to ear, one hand on a zipper on his stomach and the other aiming the gun at Tyler's now shocked face.

"You were saying? Hehehe, Facehugger, attack!" He unzips the zipper and out comes a baby alien robot, jumping up to Tyler's face, wrapping its arms and legs around his head and squirting green goo all over him.

"MMMAAHHH! MMGGHAAAHHHH!" Tyler's screams are muffled, but he is certifiably eliminated. He runs in circles like a decapitated chicken, ironic, which scares the pants off of Lindsay, Beth and Justin. The three run away in the direction of the boiler room, both Lindsay and Beth struggling to hold onto Justin for protection.

Gwen looks down at her GPS, the sound of beeping becoming more and more frequent as her group stands in front of a vault door with a hatch knob. Cody peaks inside through the window, both of his hands on the door. "What do you see, Cody?" Trent asks.

"Eh… it's too foggy! But the door's also kinda warm." Cody responds.

A pressure plate underneath him pushes down fully as Gwen walks up to see in for herself, opening the door with a musical fanfare. "Guess it needed a bit more weight on it to work." She teases, ruffling his hair.

"Aw, man, maybe I should have bulked up on the Playa." He says with a pouty lip.

"Would have been a better use of your time, that's for sure." Trent states, nudging his arm with his elbow. Cody looks away distantly.

"You're certainly one to talk." Gwen replies. Trent looks away shamefully, tapping his foot nine times. Gwen puts a hand on his shoulder. "I didn't mean it like that." He looks down at her with a soft, sad expression, as if he needs to say something but is struggling to find the words.

"Dudes, check it out! We found the boiler, and look, eggs!" Duncan exclaims, getting down on one knee to observe it all. The boiler room has a giant furnace at the center of it and a stairway down to a cornucopia of alien eggs. A giant monitor faces opposite of the door, and suddenly turns on to reveal Chris. The rest of Duncan's group head inside to gaze at it all.

"Congratulations! You lot are the first ones here." The group all celebrate, cheering amongst each other. "Grab one egg each, then head to the password protected door down the hall. Oh, and a word of advice, try not to break your egg. The resulting splash will be an automatic elimination for anybody caught in it. McLean out." The monitor turns off just like that.

"So… who wants to go in first?" Duncan asks.

Geoff and Bridgette haven't stopped running, even with both of them caked in sweat and absolutely out of breath. "Bridgette, in case we die here, I'm just gonna tell you what happened!" Geoff says.

"F-finally! Come on, out with it!" Bridgette shouts.

"At the party, just a few days ago… Gwen and I had a talk while you were high. We let a lot of feelings out about the real world, and I vented about how I felt like you wanted to treat my anxiety with weed and how I didn't like that!" Geoff rambles.

"I wish you would have told me!" Bridgette yells.

"I did! While you were high!" He replies.

"Okay… I-I'm sorry then. What else happened?" She questions.

"And… um… then things got really sensual, and we leaned in to each other, and uh… she kissed me, Bridge!"

Bridgette gasps, stopping right in her tracks. Geoff stops not long after, cringing as he waits for her to slap him. "Wait… so she kissed you, or did you BOTH kiss each other?"

"She kissed me! She kissed me! As soon as she stopped, I was like, 'Gwen, we're both taken', and she started panicking and somebody else saw but I don't remember who, and then Gwen ran away and to my knowledge apologized to Trent, but I don't think he knows, otherwise he would have said something to me by now."

"...Jesus Christ." Bridgette exhales.

"Yeah… I uh… wow that feels good to get off my chest. Woo.. I'm sorry for keeping it from you, but I know that this is the kinda thing that rips friendships apart. I never wanted to cheat on you, and I really hope we can stay together, despite how bad I messed up."

"...Thank you for telling me. I know it was hard. Of course I wanna stay with you." Bridgette hugs Geoff, holding him close to her neck. He hugs her back, sighing with a smile. But then she pulls away with a fierce glare. "And yes, Gwen will pay for what she did." With that, she speed walks away, heading down the hall on a mission to take Gwen out.

"B-Bridge, come on!.." Geoff walks behind her, scratching the back of his neck. They pass by an open door, which Geoff looks back into. "Bridge, wait! I found the alien eggs! And nobody's here! We could be the first ones!"

Bridgette stops, turns around and purses her lips. "Ugh. Fine." She returns to Geoff to claim their extraterrestrial prize.

Lindsay, Beth and Justin run into a medbay room with no exits. "Great, a dead end!" Justin shouts, shaking both girls off of his arms. They simply stand up and cower on him again anyways, clinging to his shirt.

The door suddenly slams shut behind them. Beth and Lindsay jump at it and start banging on it with both their hands, yelling, "Let us out! We're stuck in here! Help!" The model hotels his hands over his ears, unable to take their high pitched screams.

"Girls! Relax." Justin yells, getting them both to stop screaming.

"Where even are we? Do either of you know?" Lindsay asks, pointing at both of her teammates.

Justin twitches. "Aha! If we knew… we wouldn't be panicking, would we?"

"You are so smart, Justin. And gorgeous~!" Lindsay compliments, craning her head to gaze at his beauty. He smiles at her.

"Totally gorgeous…" Beth, also now calm, agrees, staring at him from behind.

From outside of the room, Chef connects a hose to an open pipe. He looks at the camera with a flat expression. "We gotta hire an effects crew." Then, he turns the valve on the pipe, filling it with a steady stream of alien goo. The sprinkler system above the three goes off with a ring as the team is subjected to being covered in the goo.

"MY HAIR!" Lindsay squeals, picking the goo out bit by bit.

Justin tries to play it up, smothering the stuff in his shirt and skin. "Oooooh, feels so good~"

Beth is unbothered, continuing to gaze at Justin. "Looks even better."

(Confessional: Beth)

"You know what? Models are people too. We stare at them, but they have feelings just like the rest of us. They have hopes, and dreams! My dream is to marry Justin. My mom says that if I concentrate really hard, one day, all my dreams will come true."

(Confessional end)

Cody, Gwen, Duncan and Trent carry their eggs toward a metal door. Trent tries the knob to no avail. "Ah, it's locked. We gotta go another way."

"It's only locked because it's password protected. See?" Cody points at the number pad next to the door. "Looks like it's a 4 digit combo."

"How are we supposed to guess that? Chef could be here any minute." Trent says. That's when microphone feedback screeches throughout the UFO.

"Hint time! The password to open the final door is the month and year that the very first Alien Chunks movie came out." Chris' voice announces. Duncan and Gwen gasp, fist bumping.

"We've got it covered." Gwen says.

"You two stay on watch." Duncan demands, circling up with Gwen to input the password. Trent grips his hands into fists, glaring at them. Cody puts a hand on his shoulder, startling him.

"Dude, you good?"

Trent clears his throat, scratching the back of his neck. "Huh? Y-yeah, I'm uh… I mean, I'm just-"

"'Cause you look pissed as hell." Cody replies.

"I'm just annoyed, that's all. You know, Gwen's totally going against me." Trent grunts, rubbing his arm anxiously.

Cody looks upon him with judgemental eyes."If she was going against you, why would she wanna partner up with you?"

Trent scoffs. "She- she's obligated! We're partners."

Cody raises his eyebrow, leaning closer to whisper. "You don't think she sees it as 'we're partners'? You're the one making assumptions. I'm telling you right now, dude, if you don't get this 'woe is me' attitude together, Gwen WILL leave you. And I won't blame her."

Trent puts down his egg and picks Cody up by the collar, glaring at him as the shorter boy's egg falls and shatters. "Stay out of my fucking relationship, pencil neck." He whispers behind gritted teeth, his eyes hate-filled.

"Woah! Dude! The fuck?" Cody shrieks under his breath.

"You have no idea what you're talking about. The only girls you've ever had you treated like shit. You simped over MY girl while she was interested in me, and then got rejected like a hundred times. You know we're meant to be, that's why you helped me, and that's why I won't be kicking your ass right now. What more do I have to say to get you to stay away from us?"

SPEW!

A paintball finds itself launched into Cody's face, eliminating him from the challenge. Trent grabs his egg while he groans, his face spaced out and crinkled. "Oh…"

Gwen gasps. "Cody! Oh crap, Chef's here!"

"Why'd Chris make it the remake's release date? That's not the first one." Duncan questions, annoyed.

"It was the first one directed by my nephew. So it's the first one. Got it?" Chris announces over the megaphone. Duncan rolls his eyes, but turns to Gwen and smirks.

"You wanna run? Or do you wanna kick some alien butt?"

She grins, pumping her fist. "Let's kick some alien butt!"

Trent cuts in, standing between them. "No, we have to run. We can't-"

"GWEEEEENNNN!" Bridgette screams like a witch, charging past Chef with Geoff barely able to keep up. Gwen's heart drops, her skin flushing. "GWEEEEEN!"

The goth girl swallows. Trent even looks scared. "Uh, why's Bridgette so pissed at you?"

"No time, let's go!" Gwen uses her shoulder to bash her way through the now unlocked door, both of her guy friends following closely behind her. Bridgette gets a huge boost of energy, allowing her to sprint even harder toward the trio, while Geoff lags behind, officially out of oxygen. He falls to his knees.

"Wait… wait for… ugh.." Chef runs past him, turns back and shoots his egg, covering him in slime. He falls down and groans in defeat.

The exit leads the group to a wild west set, surrounded by different saloons, barrel props, tumbleweeds and lots of sand. Above them, a helicopter controlled by Chris hovers. The three halt. "Attention, civilians." Chris greets in full camo, holding a megaphone. "The military is here to protect you now. Unfortunately? We can't let you leave with any alien eggs."

"But we're supposed to bring out the alien eggs, you said so!" Trent yells back, pointing at him.

"That's right, I did. Hahaha!" The helicopter shifts, revealing two green, goo filled nuclear bombs on the underside. They both fall before anyone can properly notice them. Bridgette comes in, shoving past Chef before he can fire at any of them, throws her egg to the side and charges at Gwen, who turns around just in time to be tackled by the vengeful surfer girl.

"I'm gonna cut your lips off!" Bridgette barks in Gwen's face, choking her with all of her strength.

"Hit the deck!" Duncan screams, running for cover. Trent sprints into a saloon and hides behind the gate door. The bomb goes off, splashing everything in goo, including the helicopter, which Chris quickly closes before it can ink him.

"Hahahah-woo! Glad I don't have to clean it up!" Chris winks at the camera.

Once the dust settles, Duncan takes his face off of the floor and looks down. He's covered in goo. Bridgette rolls off of Gwen, looking down at her goopy hands and body. She punches the floor, pointing at Gwen, who is completely clean. "This isn't over!" She stands up and walks away, her hands by her sides as she marches off. Gwen walks up to Duncan, trying to ignore the fact that her secret is definitely out now.

"Does this mean I'm out?" Duncan questions. Trent exits the saloon and joins the two, also clean like Gwen.

"Too bad, so sad. More money for me." The goth taunts.

"Ooho! Down for the count." Duncan chuckles, pretending to be offended.

Trent rolls his eyes.

(Confessional: Trent)

"Duncan is always acting like such a tough guy. Ooh, you've got a mohawk! Oh you're sooo tough, bud. Ahah, yeah, your knife really scares me! I love seeing Gwen stick it to Duncan. She's so awesome. I'd do anything for her."

(Confessional end)

Gwen looks down at her hands. "Oh no! Our alien eggs!" Herself and Trent look around for them, unsure if they survived the blast.

"Looks like I'm not the only loser here. Well, aside from Bridgette. Hey, what was up with her?" The delinquent asks.

"Who cares? Look!" Trent points at one of the eggs, teetering on a plant of wood that must have fallen on Chef Hatchet's head during the explosion. He weakly tries to stand up, but can't muster the strength to do so. "I got this!" He runs toward the egg, dropping his own at Gwen's feet so she can have it. Gwen turns and gasps.

"My necklace!" She points at the necklace of a blender with alien guts mixed up in it. Trent turns, eyes wide. He bites his nails. The necklace is dangling above a storm drain, so close to dropping in that it's practically floating. He looks back at the egg. Chef is still trying to get up. The second he does, his win is gone. Still, he is the second to last contestants left, and that necklace…

Trent swoops in and grabs the necklace just as it's about to fall into the storm drain, securing it. The egg falls and shatters on top of Chef's head, squirting alien juice all over his face. "Oh…"

Gwen smiles, her hands over her heart.

(Confessional: Gwen)

"I know this is gonna sound really girly, but I was genuinely touched when Trent chose my necklace over the egg. Most guys would have gone for the win."

(Confessional end)

Trent walks past Duncan to give her back her necklace. "Personally? I would have gone for the win." Trent gives Gwen the necklace.

"Can't have you unlucky too, baby." He flirts. She holds it up, looking at his sincerely sweet smile.

"Thanks for saving my necklace… I want you to have it. You should be lucky, too." She wraps the silver around his neck and links it all together, her hands rubbing along his skin as they go back to her hips. "Suits you."

"Hurl!" Duncan coughs into his fist, earning an annoyed glance from Trent. Chris parachutes down from the sky, his helicopter falling down from the sky in a spiral and crashing in a giant explosion only a few blocks away. Chris cringes, looking off in the direction of the blast with gritted teeth.

"Oops! Maybe should have had somebody else driving… A-anyways, uh, I'm sure everybody's okay… you four gave a great effort today. But, only Gwen is a winner, seeing as how Trent doesn't have an egg and Duncan and Bridgette are absolutely creamed." But it doesn't take long for Trent to notice another egg, Bridgette's egg, still standing amidst the green blast zone. He runs toward it.

"Not so fast, Chris! Looks like my good luck charm is working out already!" He nabs the egg, holding it securely in his arms. Chef slowly crawls up to him on all fours, unarmed. "Gwen, meet you at home base!" Chef tries to steal the egg back, but Trent runs from him. Gwen does the same with her egg, heading towards the trailers. Chris walks up to Chef with his hands behind his back.

"I'll get you next time, boy!" Chef yells, shaking his fist at the teens.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Can't you do anything right?" Chris questions, looking down at his ex.

"Where's my money, huh? GIMME MY MONEY!" Chef roars. Chris runs away.

At the trailers, all of the eliminated contestants are standing around waiting for the two winners covered in alien goo. Gwen and Trent run up to them with their eggs, arriving in the middle of them all. Chris lags behind them, out of breath. He catches it while giving the end of challenge speech. "We have our winners. Our only two winners. Gwen and Trent have immunity tonight. The rest of you are losers, and stink like it, too." They all smell themselves, wincing. Owen licks his arm and gags.

"As the winners of today's challenge, that also means that they'll be competing against each other tomorrow and for the rest of the season!" Chris announces.

"Oh, crap, I completely forgot about that." Gwen says, holding her lips. Trent looks disappointed.

"Right… I got so caught up in the game that I forgot we'd have to be on separate teams this time." Trent adds, rubbing the back of his neck.

"That's not all." The host continues. "Today, you'll be voting out TWO campers for the price of one." Everyone gasps. "I'm liking my two's today. Must be Tuesday."

Crickets.

"...Yeah, they don't pay me to write this show."

At dinner, Gwen makes herself smaller to avoid Bridgette's wrath while sitting with Cody, Trent, Harold, LeShawna and Duncan. It does not work. Bridgette approaches her, standing across from her, leaning in to jab a finger in her direction. "You!"

"H-hey, Bridge.. Now isn't a great time-"

"What made you think that kissing a taken man behind his girlfriend's back and your boyfriends was a good idea?"

"...What?" Trent looks between Duncan and Gwen. Duncan seems just as confused as him, putting some of his worries at ease, only to bring forth completely new ones. "Babe, what is she talking about?"

"You still haven't told Trent? Ha! Why am I not surprised?! You didn't tell me either, and we're supposed to be pretty tight, right Gwen?" Bridgette questions, laying it on thick. Gwen shrinks even more.

"Hold up, hold up… Gwen kissed somebody's boyfriend? Was it.. Was it Geoff?" LeShawna questions, the disbelief clear in her voice.

"Bridge.. Come on. Do we have to do this publicly? It was a private thing." Geoff awkwardly says, touching his girl's shoulder.

Bridgette looks at him. "They were recording us."

His face falls. "What?"

"This recording came to light and has been going viral on social media for days! We didn't know about it because we were so busy with the stupid show." Bridgette flashes her phone at the fifteen contestants listening to her. It's a video of the night Geoff and Gwen kissed.

"Geoff…" Owen whispers, looking surprised.

"Gwen, how could you do that?" LeShawna questions.

"Finally, they see her how I see her." Heather says obviously.

Within seconds, the entire mess hall is completely overtaken by discussion of how wrong and terrible Gwen is for cheating. Trent is completely silent. Cody and Duncan look both surprised and conflicted. But Gwen looks like she's on the verge of tears.

"You." Trent's voice cuts into the conversation, causing everyone to stop and stare at him. He runs his hand over Gwen's table, staring at her with petrified eyes. "You cheated on me, Gwen? With Geoff?"

Her lip quivers. "...I….. I did."

"...WHAT THE FUCK?!" He grabs his tray and launches it at the wall, smashing mashed potatoes and gravy all over the tent.

"Hey! DJ's gonna have to clean that up!" Chef yells.

"Seriously?" DJ questions.

Trent leans over Gwen, pointing a finger at her, the anger and hatred and sadness and frustration in his eyes allowing for tears to finally spill out of Gwen's eyes. "You fucking betrayed me."

"S-so did you." Gwen whispers, her voice breaking.

"I was manipulated! You knew what you were doing!"

"I was caught in the fucking moment!" She barks, her voice completely broken now. She covers her eyes and sobs. Trent looks at all of the peering eyes looking in on them and forms a fist so big his nails cut into his skin.

"I…! I… need some air." He speed-walks out of the tent, leaving. Nobody goes after him. Judging eyes cast down on Gwen.

"I'm sorry, dude!" Geoff calls out after him.

"Cheating on your boyfriend who did everything he could to make it up to you after he cheated on you and you got upset is pretty hypocritical, Gwen. You've lost some respect from me. Big time." LeShawna judges, hugging herself. She shifts one leg over the other and turns away from her.

Cody stands up. "Hey, you forgave Trent when he cheated on Gwen, so why not forgive Gwen when she didn't even do more than kiss him? She acted selfishly, yeah, sure, but she's not exactly the first to do it. Besides, Geoff didn't reciprocate any feelings at all, right?"

"No, I… I didn't." Geoff says with a sigh.

Gwen hugs her knees and buries herself in her legs. Duncan also stands up. "None of you were this verbal to Trent when he cheated. It was all whispering behind his back. That's fucked up. Why does Gwen have to take the brunt of your bullshit drama while that guy fucked Heather and got forgiven for it like a week later?" Gwen opens her eyes, staring at Duncan from her seat. He gives her a soft glance back.

"We still cracked on him plenty!" LeShawna argues.

"The rest of us, uh… we don't do very well with that kinda thing." Owen replies.

"If Big-O ever cheated on me, I'd fucking kill him." Izzy admits. Owen whistles casually, looking away as Justin pulls his hand away from Owen's lap.

"Look, Gwen didn't know what she was doing. She just.. Acted. She didn't force me into anything and at the end of the day, we're all okay, right?" Geoff takes Bridgette's hand. She tugs away.

"We're fine. Not her, though. If you didn't have immunity today, Gwen, you'd be done for. Because you? You're the new Heather." Gwen gasps, stands up and runs out of the craft services tent. Cody tries to go after her.

"Gwen, wait!" He calls out for her.

Duncan puts a hand on his shoulder, pulling him back. "Let her go, dude. She needs to be alone right now, anyways." He glares at Bridgette. She glares back until Geoff ushers her to another seat.

"But…" Cody sighs, nodding. He sits back down next to Duncan and sadly looks down at the table.

(Confessional: Beth)

"Gwen and Geoff? They were on my radar the whole time. Gwen's crush on him last season was sooooo obvious."

(Confessional: Owen)

"Good on Geoff for scoring double gold in the babe Olympics! Bridgette and Gwen are both total hotties! …D-don't tell Gwen or Trent I said that, okay?" He leans forward to whisper. "Or Izzy..."

(Confessional: Tyler)

"Disgusting. Gwen should be ashamed of herself. And Trent? He better dump her ass. She deserves it!"

(Confessional: Bridgette)

"I said my piece. If people want to blame ME for Gwen's adultery, then they can go fuck themselves. I tried to look at things from her perspective, how I would react if I had a crush on Trent. But I'd actually open up and tell Gwen how I feel so we're not on the wrong page! I don't even know who I'm gonna vote off now."

(Confessional: Harold)

"Gwen's idea of a loyal relationship is pretty skewed since Trent mistreated Heather behind her back. It's no surprise that she'd cheat too when given the chance."

(Confessional: Duncan)

"Look, I'd never cheat, under any circumstance. It's underhanded. The best kind of revenge is the kind everybody knows about. But I dunno. Gwen's cool. I don't want her feeling all shitty just because a bunch of people are judging her all the time. I know how that feels. It sucks."

(Confessional: Cody)

"Cheater or not, Gwen's my ride or die. I love that woman. I'd do anything for her. So yeah, I stook up for her. No shame in the game. Besides, I uh, I'd be quite the hypocrite if I didn't.."

(Confessional: Heather)

"Did you HEAR that nickname? 'New Heather'? Maybe now I can fly under the radar and somebody else will get eliminated. Oh, I just wish Gwen and Trent were on the menu tonight…"

(Confessional: LeShawna)

"Maybe Cody's got a point.. I mean, I did forgive Trent, technically.. At the same time, Bridgette's my friend. I don't wanna step on anybody's toes here. Man, this is hard. I hope Trent's doing okay, too."

(Confessional: Trent)

Trent screams and shouts at the top of his lungs as his phone plays a Three Days Grace song at full blast, his hands tugging, clawing at and destroying everything within the confessional studio.

(Confessional: Lindsay)

She sits there in the destroyed studio and awkwardly looks around. "I think Gwen is bad and Bridgette is good. Thank you."

(Confessional end)

It's night time now. At the awards stage, a compilation of Chris' best moments is played from a projector, big enough for anyone on the film lot to see. Chris himself stands on the stage behind the podium wearing a fancy blue tuxedo while his contestants sit in the amphitheater in front of him. A grand bit of fanfare plays over the compilation, and as it fizzles out, so does the music.

"Welcome to the first Gilded Chris Ceremony of the season. It's time to cast your votes. Under your seats, you'll find your voting devices." Everyone picks one up from under their seats. It's a phone-like device that shows the faces of every contestant currently in the game. Gwen and Trent's names are unelectable. "Just press the button of the person you want voted off. Or in today's case, the two people you want voted off." DJ tries to peek at Harold's device, but he swiftly hides it. "Oh, and no peeking at other people's devices, or it's… na-na-na-na-na-na, hey-hey! Goodbye! Hehehe!"

The contestants take their time voting. Geoff and Bridgette look at Gwen, the latter much more vitriolic than the former. Duncan and Cody nod at each other determinately before tapping their screens. From stage left, Chef walks out wearing a pink, partially see-through dress. The contestants watch him come out with bewilderment. He holds an assortment of Gilded Chris' in his arms. "If you get a Gilded Chris Award, you're safe. If you don't, you're taking a ride on the Lame-O-Suine tonight. The votes have been cast. So, the Gilded Chris awards go to…

Gwen, Trent, Lindsay and Beth." Two awards fly at the BFF's, who catch them and hug each other. The other two flop in Gwen and Trent's laps. They both look distraught and exhausted.

"Owen. Izzy. Tyler." Three more are tossed their way, with Izzy catching hers in her teeth.

"Harold, DJ and LeShawna." They all catch theirs as they come to them. "The rest of you each have at least one vote to your names." The contestants in question stare at each other, raising their brows suspiciously at one another. "Up next is Cody and Duncan." The two retrieve their statues. The only four remaining are Justin, Geoff, Bridgette and Heather. Geoff holds Bridgette's hand and offers her a sad smile. Bridgette smiles back, nodding. Heather bites her nails, massaging the back of her head over and over. Justin shrugs, laying back in his seat.

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Justin and Heather."

"YES! LET'S GO! AHAHAHAHA!" Heather shoots up and grabs her as it comes.

Bridgette's jaw drops, while Geoff looks only half surprised. "WHAT?! We're being eliminated? For what? What did we do?!" Bridgette questions.

Duncan and Cody nod at each other.

(Confessional: Duncan and Cody)

"It's nothing against Geoff and Bridgette. They're my friends." Duncan says.

"But in this case, they needed the support a lot less than Gwen did." Cody continues.

"And Trent? Woof. That guy's becoming a real live wire if what you said about him attacking you is true."

"I know, right? Anyways, Geoff and Bridgette are just making Gwen uncomfortable. So as her friends, we decided to rally a few people to vote with us."

"Honestly a miracle we were ever able to pull it off."

(Confessional end)

Owen cringes. "Well.. it's not what you did - it's the awkward situation you're in that we don't really wanna deal with."

"Yeah, no hard feelings." Justin agrees.

"Sayonara! Good luck with your relationship, though!" Izzy waves.

"All of you voted like this?" Bridgette asks, hurt in her voice.

"I didn't! I voted for Justin and Heather! They stink." Tyler yells.

"Well it doesn't matter now. You two were a threat in the first challenge, and Heather is here to stay!" Heather pumps her fists into the air.

"Bridgette, Geoff, time to prance into the sunset that is the Lame-o-Suine. It's game over, man, for you two." Chris points at the rust bucket waiting to bring them home.

Bridgette leans over Gwen, pointing down at her while she looks up at her with a flinch. "You… bitch!" Chef grabs Bridgette by the hand and Geoff by his arm, dragging them toward the limousine before tossing them inside. He slams the door shut and they're driven away.

"Well, now wasn't that eventful? Soooo tension-y! I love it!" Chris laughs, getting ready to sign off. "Now that Gwen and Trent may be on the road to a hardcore break-up, how will this change their team dynamics? Who will they put on their teams? And will Tyler ever get over his petty jealousy of Justin?"

"Hey!" Tyler yells.

"Probably not!" Justin replies.

"Find out next time on Total!

Drama!

Action!"

Trent sits outside of his trailer on the steps leading inside, holding his now broken guitar in his lap, brushing his fingers against the destroyed material. It's been split in half, the strings a mess - tangled up or otherwise snapped. He sniffles, a few tears falling down on the instrument.

Gwen takes a deep breath a few paces away from her boyfriend. Her make-up, for the first time in a long time, is gone. Her skin is flesh colored and her eyes aren't dolled up at all. She approaches him and takes a seat next to him, hugging herself as she leans forward. Trent avoids any eye contact, now twitching.

"...I'm sorry. I know those are two words that don't mean shit to people like you and me. But I don't know how else to start this conversation. I hurt you. I feel like a horrible, awful person. And I'm sorry."

Trent grips his guitar. Gwen looks down at it. "Oh, you… your guitar."

He continues to be silent, looking down at the floor. She reaches toward him, settling her hand in his lap. "Trent… I don't want to lose you to this. I'm begging you to give me a second chance. Just like I did for you- not to say that our situations are comparable!"

"...I forgive you." Trent's voice sends her to heaven. She sits up straight, leaning in underneath him so she can look at his sad eyes.

"You do?! T-thank god. I was so scared you- you would hate me." Here come her tears now, spilling under her chin.

He gives her a glance."I got all my pent up aggression out."

"Thank you so much, honey. I love you. I love you alone." She tilts his chin to face her. His puffy red eyes and hers meet.

Trent chuckles, but it's void of humor. "We.. we're one fucked up couple. You know that? We can't stop being jealous and cheating on each other."

Gwen laughs awkwardly. "Maybe we're not meant for this stuff.. But I don't care. I love you."

"...I love you too." They lean into each other, arms expanding around each other's backs, their lips meeting and pushing against one another.

"You know…" Trent pulls away. "Even though you cheated on me with another guy who's hotter, more charismatic and more popular than me, I guess this just makes us… even."

Gwen stares at him, slowly pulling away herself. She clears her throat and nods. "I-I guess it does, huh? Ahaha.."

"I'll see you tomorrow then."

Gwen gets up and hugs him. He hugs her back, rubbing her back. "Thank you, Trent."

"Anytime, beautiful." He smiles as they pull back to look into each other's eyes. Gwen begins walking toward her trailer.

"Goodnight." She whispers, stepping up to the door. He opens his and looks back at her.

"Goodnight, Gwen."

Closing the door behind him, Trent is met with the peering eyes of everybody in his trailer. He throws his shirt off, his guitar in the corner and his shoes next to it before hitting his bed. Cody looks down from his bunk at Trent. "Don't screw this up."

"Screw it up? Hahahahahaa… Hahahahaha!"

Trent's manic laughter continues as the camera zooms out from his trailer and pans up to the night sky.

"Dude, some of us are trying to sleep!" DJ scolds.

"Aha-ahem. Sorry. Just… funny, I guess."

Mid Credits

Geoff and Bridgette sit together in the Lame-O-Suine. "Look, I know I screwed up this time, and I really just.. I don't want you to hate me."

"Geoff, I don't hate you. You were taken advantage of and forced into something you didn't want to do." Bridgette replies, giving him a frustrated, but gentle look.

"It wasn't like that. I just didn't want to kiss her. There's nothing deeper about this, Bridge. She was crushing on me and kissed me. I promise Gwen doesn't hate you." Geoff explains, his hand on his chest.

"You sure do defend her a lot for someone who's been hurt by her." Bridgette folds her arms and furrows her brows.

"I guess I'm just chill like that, I dunno." Geoff says with a shrug.

Bridgette puts her fingers on her temples and sighs. "Just… Look. I like you. I wanna be with you. You didn't do me wrong, you didn't cheat on me, we're okay."

Geoff puts a hand on her lap, leaning into her. "Yeah?"

She puts an arm around his neck and nods. "Yeah. Of course. Let's go home now. You can stay over."

"I think I'll take you up on that offer.." Geoff leans in to kiss her, but before their lips can meet, a man sitting in the corner clears his throat, startling them into facing him, with Bridgette now sitting on Geoff's lap.

"Mm, not so fast, lovebirds." It's the fancy looking McGill guy again, his graying black hair swaying due to his open window. He dips a Dorito in melted cheese before eating it.

"Woah. How long have you been here?" Geoff asks, eyeing the nacho as it's eaten before his eyes.

"The whole time." The second producer, Jennifer Hagan, reveals herself, pushing a button that makes her seat spin around to face the couple. Bridgette shimmies off of Geoff's lap and frantically sits properly. "We have a proposition for you, Geoffrey and Bridgette. How would you like to host your very own sister show?"

"Like Chris McLean?" Bridgette asks skeptically.

The producers laugh, holding onto each other's shoulders so they don't keel over. Geoff and Bridgette glance at one another awkwardly. "No, not like Chris McLean! That fool can't host to save his life. I'm talking a real talk show. Not this cheap crap we bust out in no time. This one would truly be live."

"But Total Drama is live." Geoff replies.

"Last season, the eliminated contestants got to see the episodes be recorded live. The version the public watches is much more cut down and edited so the brainless audiences at home don't get bored watching all the boring filler bits." Jennifer explains.

"This show will be live for everyone! And you'd get to host it. Hell, we'll let you write your own scripts if you want to, the less money spent the better." Thomas adds.

Bridgette hums. "What's the show about?"

"It's a sister show for Total Drama entitled Total Drama Aftermath. You'd both host and talk about things going on in Total Drama Action. You'd have different cute segments and it would all be very in with podcast and longform culture, sweetheart. Come now, people love having someone to watch the show with and dumb it down for them. You'll be paid handsomely, that's what matters! Won't you say yes?" Jennifer hands them both contracts to sign and pens to sign them with. Geoff and Bridgette look up at each other.

"Well, baby..? Up to keep working on this thing?" Geoff questions.

"...With you? Always." Bridgette answers.

They sign their souls to the devils and shake on it.

"It's a deal then." Thomas states.

"We'll be in touch~" Jennifer smirks. Both of them make Gidgette uncomfortable, ending off the exclusive clip.