As usual, Chris stands at the Dock of Shame. "Last time on Total Drama Island! The teams were dissolved, leaving each and every camper to look out for number one. Just to add a little more drama to the mix, Izzy and Eva returned for more fun! The campers were forced to endure all manner of abuse in the No Pain, No Game challenge! In an act of chivalry, Geoff stepped up to save his girl from the perils of a leech barrel. It was all for naught, however, as Eva stole immunity from LeShawna and got her arch rival eliminated.
Meanwhile, Trent tried to expose Duncan, and Duncan was ready to kick Trent out. How will they settle their petty differences? Will Heather survive another round with Eva being the more threatening contestant? When will Lindsay figure out everyone's name, and how much crazier can Izzy get? Find out all this juicy drama and more on another exciting episode of…
Total!
Drama!
Island!"
The theme song plays over an intro sequence.
The first shot depicts Wawanakwa in full, leading up to a giant cliff and zooming past McLean as he sips a coffee before diving into the water below the cliff.
Dear Mom and Dad, I'm doing fine.
You guys are on my mind.
We see Ezekiel under water, watching Geoff and Bridgette with a downtrodden look on his face, both of which are staring longingly into each other's eyes until an eagle picks Geoff up by his shoulders and carries him off. Bridgette tries to reach for him, watching him fly away with concern.
You asked me what I wanted to be and now I think the answer is plain to see
I wanna be famous.
The eagle drops Geoff down as it soars past the sun. He falls down a few tree branches before landing in DJ's arms, who seconds prior was enjoying nature and the copious animals around him. The animals get violent and attack as soon as their peace is disturbed. DJ and Geoff scream as the former runs with the latter in his arms away from the vicious animals.
Duncan laughs hysterically at the scene, but Courtney glares at him with disapproval, causing him to stop.
I wanna live close to the sun
So pack your bags cause I already won.
Heather is in a canoe with Beth and LeShawna going down the stream. Beth is in the middle, trying to separate the two from dueling. The canoe ends up careening off of the stream and down a waterfall, which makes the teens fall to the water below, passing by Harold as he practices a few fighting poses on a dangerously positioned log overlooking the falls. As he stretches his arms and legs out in a dorky position, Izzy swings in on a vine and knocks into him, bumping directly into an outhouse housing Lindsay, who falls out with her skirt around her ankles.
Everything to prove
Nothing in my way
I'll get there one day
Cause I wanna be famous.
Inside the mess hall kitchen, we see Chef preparing some disgusting green soup with his bare hand dipped into the pot. He looks behind him at a tied up Owen and Noah, both looking petrified of whatever Chef is concoting for them. In the mess hall itself, Eva arm wrestles Tyler, easily beating him and dislocating his arm.
Outside on the beach, Sadie and Katie coo over Justin, who is looking at himself in between two mirrors. He winks at one, his teeth glistening.
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
We get a good look at the polluted, muggy, teal waters of Wawanakwa, a few seagulls fighting over a cellphone. Katie swims for it, with Sadie watching from the sand anxiously, but the skinny brown clone of her best friend ends up being terrorized by a shark and swims back to shore as fast as she can.
I wanna be, I wanna be
I wanna be famous!
Back on the dock of shame, we see Justin strut to the edge before ripping his shirt off, water from the shark splashing towards Katie drenching his perfectly chiseled muscles. He flexes as the camera goes up and transitions from day to night, then comes back down at the campfire ceremony.
I wanna be, I wanna be
I wanna be famous!
Trent is playing his guitar for Gwen, who is entranced by him. He leans forward, a warm smile on his face. As they inch closer, Cody gets between them and places a hand on both of their shoulders, smiling dorkily. The rest of the cast whistles the chorus of the theme song as the camera zooms out to capture them all sitting around the bonfire. The logo appears above them.
Total Drama Island:
The Creeps Cut
Created by VoiceFromUnderTheCovers and Crimson Candy.
It's a crisp, beautiful, sunny morning on Camp Wawanakwa. We zoom into the stunning trailer Eva won from last episode. Inside, the winner fries an egg over a shiny stovetop, wearing her PJ's. She looks focused, yet lost in thought.
(Confessional: Eva)
"So, Bridgette's gone now.. That's good. Great, actually… I think I'm satisfied with my vengeance. It didn't even really feel that good. Whatever. It'd be better for me to make some allies anyway. Probably not Geoff or DJ. I won't work with Duncan the delinquent idiot either. Trent and Gwen dislike me, too. And I guess so does LeShawna. That leaves me with Izzy, Owen and Heather. Lindsay, too. Fine. That'll do."
(Confessional end)
At the Dock of Shame, Trent's clothes have been discarded, from his shirt to his shoes. He climbs up to dry himself off from a swim in the ocean, catching Gwen's eyes as she draws on her sketchbook. He smiles and waves at her. "Hey, beautiful! Whatcha sketching?"
She blushes, hiding her face behind her book before yelling back, "Nothing!"
A camera behind her zooms in on a page wide sketch of a shirtless, wet, sexy looking Trent. Gwen turns around at the camera and puts her hand up to it, dismantling it.
(Confessional: Gwen)
"I never got a chance to draw Trent's sketch, and after a good talk with LeShawna.. I'm beginning to realize we fight a lot! Like regular couples. It's not a good look. So I wanna make it up to him. Today is the first day of the rest of our relationship."
(Confessional end)
At the communal washroom, the guys try to shower, shave or otherwise get ready for the day, all while Geoff wails like a banshee in the shower stall. His crying is so heartbroken and loud that none of them can really focus.
"Geoff.. Buddy, come on. You've been in there since six in the morning." DJ says, knocking lightly on the stall door.
"AHHHWHAHAH! Bridgettteeeee!" Geoff cries.
Duncan brushes his teeth, trying to look tough in the mirror while Owen combs his hair. "He sounds awful.. What do we do?"
"We don't have to do anything.. We're not a team anymore."
"How could you say something so heartless..?"
"Look, I don't mean it. I love the guy, he's a riot. But…"
"But…?"
(Confessional: Duncan)
"Ah, goddamn that guy! How the hell did making puppy dog eyes make me feel so bad for him?"
(Confessional end)
Duncan sighs, walking towards the stall. He knocks loudly on the door. "Geoff, it's time to go. There's gonna be a challenge today. Bridgette said she'd support you whether you win or lose, but not if you don't try."
"Dudes.. I miss her so bad."
"It's not like she's dead, or dumped you. What, you've never been dumped by a chick before?"
"...No, I've never been in a serious relationship. Only like, flings for casual sex and junk. Bridge is so different."
"Yeah, but she's a good kind of different. Look, man, we may not be a team no more, but we're still your brothers. If you need support throughout the day, just ask us, and we'll try to help."
Geoff turns the valve off, towels himself off and emerges from the steam caked stall. He's wearing his hat along with his towel. He squeezes DJ and weeps into his chest. "You're the best friend I've ever had, Deej.. How do you do it?"
"Just.. looking out for you, man."
(Confessional: DJ)
"That explains it. Geoff's never had a real girlfriend before. Honestly, I'm shocked."
(Confessional end)
"That was beautiful.." Owen whimpers. Just then, a loud explosion can be heard. A cannonball launches from the sky, hurling towards Eva's trailer. She sees it too, jumping out of the mobile home just before it gets hit. The loudspeaker screeches.
"Yarr, scallywags! March yer booty's down to ye ol' amphitheater in five minutes, and I'll explain ye challenge!"
On the way to the amphitheater, the girls (Heather, Izzy, Lindsay and LeShawna) walk along the same path as the guys (Duncan, DJ, Geoff and Owen)
(Confessional: Duncan)
"Trent and Gwen were both absent at this point, and my plan was almost ready to be fully fulfilled. All I needed was Trent out of here and to not be involved in it one bit. Besides, dudes had it coming all week."
(Confessional end)
Duncan walks next to Heather, whistling casually as if he didn't even notice her. She looks at him with squinty eyes. "What?"
"Huh? Oh, nothing."
"Yeah, right. What is it?" She puts her hands on her hips.
"Just.. happy." He grins.
She rolls her eyes. "Clearly. Settle it in the outhouse, perv."
"Oh, not that kind of happy." He stops in place, letting the others leave him in the dust. Curiously, Heather sticks behind too. Lindsay and Izzy turn around.
"Hey, Heather! What's the hold up? Do you have a wedgie or something?" Izzy asks.
"Nothing, ladies. Just having a little chat with Duncan. Go ahead, I'll meet you there." Heather replies.
"Oh, okay. I'll save a seat for you!" Lindsay chirps, taking Izzy's hand and skipping with her joyously.
Once the coast is clear, Duncan starts. "We share a common enemy."
"Do we now? What do you have against LeShawna?"
"Nothing. I'm talking about Trent."
"Trent? He doesn't hate me. You heard what he said the other day. If anything, he's got a little crush on me. Come to think of it, you've said some pretty nasty things to me, Duncan.. Do you like me too?~" She puts a hand on his chest and gives him a flirtatious look upward. He takes a second before pushing her back.
"Ugh. Detest you. But that's not important."
"In this game, this deep? It is." She leans inward, more serious.
He pinches the bridge of his nose. "Look. He's a major pain in the ass, and Gwen has allies up the wazoo. How much longer do you think they're gonna hold off on voting you out? If Trent didn't have it out for me so bad, he'd have voted you because Gwen told him to."
"So what are you saying? We vote out Trent? Just us two?"
"I know you have your alliance. You can convince them, too."
Heather looks down, thinking. "What if he wins immunity? Will you vote LeShawna with me?"
"...Is that your one condition?"
She grins. "Yes. I will make sure Trent gets eliminated if, and only if you help me vote out LeShawna whenever the chance arises. Deal?" Heather holds her hand out. He grabs it and they shake on it.
"...Deal. But I need to ensure you're not gonna get me thrown out, too."
"Don't worry. I have a plan that only incriminates Trent." Heather starts walking away.
He raises his brow suspiciously. "What is it?"
"Don't you worry your pretty little head, mister delinquent. Just let me work."
(Confessional: Heather)
"Oh, I've got it. Duncan can't know, though. He might be a lot of things, but there are lengths even he won't go to make strategic moves. Luckily, I will."
(Confessional: Duncan)
"I gotta admit, I have no idea what to expect. But Heather's avoided near death so many times in this game that I kinda gotta trust whatever she's got going on. Either that or let Trent tell Gwen and LeShawna to boot me next after Heather. Then I'm really screwed. I gotta squash this problem before it gets too big."
(Confessional end)
Everyone sits down in the bleachers at the amphitheater. Eva comes in a little later, wearing her street clothes with her luggage burned up in and smoking. Gwen and Trent look at each other as if to say 'uhh, okay.'
Chris, wearing a pirate costume with a plastic parakeet on his shoulder, stands on stage, with a pirate Chef wearing an eyepatch and hook standing nearby. The cannon that fired the cannonball sits next to a white tarp covering something big. "Well, my little scallywags, have we got an adventure in store for ye!" The plastic parrot tilts like a drinking bird. Chris quickly stands it back up.
"What's under the sheet?" Owen asks curiously.
"All in good time, laddy! Now, who here has a good hankering for a treasure hunt?"
"Ooh, can I be the mermaid?" Lindsay asks, raising her hand.
"The treasure ye seek is on land, not the seven seas! So, neigh." Chris replies.
"Neigh? I thought you said treasure hunt. They use horses in those?" She questions in confusion. Izzy giggles so hard she snorts.
"This treasure hunts got a twist, matey's. What you're looking for isn't hidden, and it isn't treasure!" He's been speaking in this awful pirate impression the entire time.
"If there's no treasure, what's with the eyepatch and the plastic parrot?"
"Arr, shiver me timbers!" Chris throws the parrot to the side. "Good question, me boy. You're looking for keys to a treasure chest!" Chef throws the tarp off of the bundle of treasure chests, one for each camper. "Inside each of these chests is a treasure that will pamper each of ye land lovers! And, one of these chests will even give you invincibility! Ha-har!" Chef grabs a bucket full of wooden cards, walking toward Chris. "Now, come up and pick a clue from the clue bucket, or you'll be forced to walk the plank!"
The campers walk on stage and collect their clues randomly from the bucket. "These clues will tell ye where ye key be stowed!"
Owen looks down at his card. A bear roaring at a key in front of what looks like a cave is on the card. He swallows nervously. "A b-bear?"
Chris looks over his shoulder and chuckles, breaking character. "I was hoping you'd get that one, dude."
Heather looks at hers, a sign in front of a dock. "The Dock of Shame. Too easy. There's no way this is the one with immunity."
"Ooh, a metal door thingy.. It looks sorta familiar. I wonder what it could be?" Lindsay questions, looking down at hers.
Izzy bumps into Lindsay, showing off her card. "Look, Lindsay, check it out! I got a snake! It must be inside a snake on the island!"
Lindsay gasps. "That's so scary.. Good luck, Izzy!"
Izzy salutes. "Luck? Ha! Never needed her!"
LeShawna and Gwen read theirs out to each other.. "A rock with a hole in it? Ugh is that a skunk?"
"Is that a goddamn crocodile? Ugh. You know what? This'll be my redemption for losing to that bear last time."
Eva raises her brow at hers. It's a rabbit. "A rabbit? Seriously? Do you know how many rabbits are on this island?"
"You'll figure it out, lassy!" Chris mocks before jumping back. "It be 9:00 AM. Get here before 6:00 PM standard time to be able to use yer keys! Any later, and your key will be randomly given to somebody else. Move it, scallywags!"
(Confessional: Heather)
"I don't know who keeps coming up with these lame-o challenges, but memo to Chris? Those pirate tights don't exactly flatter your legs, savvy."
(Confessional: Owen)
"YES! I am ALL about the treasure hunt! The bears are a little concerning, but.. There's treasure!"
(Confessional: Gwen)
"Pirates are so not in."
(Confessional: Chris)
"They don't pay me to write the show, I do it because I like it. I didn't need to do this, but I'm a good host, so I did. Sniff."
(Confessional end)
Trent stands by the dock on the other side of the island, the one with the more polluted water. A few meters away stands a pillar with a shiny gold key on it. Below, three sharks swim around it. He folds his arms and ponders what to do. Then, it hits him.
(Confessional: Trent)
"Props to Owen, man. Without him, none of this would be possible. He's the one who taught me how to fish. No thanks to you, dad!"
(Confessional end)
He comes back wearing his swim suit, holding a few fish, and throws them out into the water. They go swimming after them, nabbing him enough time to jump into the water and make a swim for it. He grabs his key and swims back to the dock without even being seen. When he re-emerges, with his hair wet and his eyes covered, he doesn't see Gwen standing on the dock until he waves his hair out of his eyes. He smiles, flustered.
"U-uh.. that was way too easy."
Gwen smiles. "Very impressive, babe."
"You think so?" He sounds more confident, swinging the key around his finger.
She nods. "Indeed."
"Where's your key?"
"Some rock with a hole in it. I think it must be a skunk hole."
"I can help you out with that, since mine was such a cinch."
"Yeah, sure! I mean... Whatever."
They walk away together, holding hands.
Heather looks around the Dock of Shame, puzzled. She looks under the sign stating the island's name, nothing. She looks under the boardwalk, nothing. Then, as she's walking, she feels a bump on the wood. An extra plank that wasn't there before. She overturns it and low and behold, the easiest key ever is found. She rolls her eyes and takes it. "Way too easy. Guess I can start on my plan then. I'm gonna need Lindsay. Where could she be?"
Lindsay looks around the buildings surrounding her, trying every door she sees. Eventually, she stumbles upon the mess hall door, and enters the kitchen. She sees a tall, metal door with no windows or textures elsewhere. "Ooh.. maybe this is the door the clue's telling me about?" She walks casually towards it and tugs at the handle, opening the freezer to reveal Chef Hatchet waiting for her. Her eyes go wide. She slowly smiles before running away in a panic, flailing her arms and screaming like a siren. Chef closes the door behind her.
(Confessional: Lindsay)
"When I saw Chef in the kitchen, I totally remembered what happened to Cody! I feel so bad again. What if I became like Cody, all mangled up in a wheelchair?! Oh my gosh!"
(Confessional end)
Gwen and Trent (now fully clothed) walk around the woods, looking for a skunk hole. Trent carries around a bucket full of water. After a bit of rooting around trees, Gwen gasps, the smell of skunk hitting her. She plugs her nose and gags.
"What, what is it?" Trent questions.
"There. I think that's our skunk hole. Ugh, that smell sucks." She points at the rock hut.
"Alright, look, stay here. I'm gonna pour the water in the hole and flush them out. When you see the key, go for it."
Gwen nods. Trent pours the bucket of water down into the hole. The skunks predictably either run out and into the woods, or swim down the stream into the lake behind their home. The key is also flushed out, a shiny, unmissable little object. Gwen jumps at it and claims it as her own.
"I got it!" She proclaims, raising her fist proudly.
"Good job!" He exclaims, smiling at her. She smiles back, looking genuinely captivated by the sight of him.
(Confessional: Gwen)
"That was moderately cool of Trent to help me out… Okay, it was more than cool! He's so incredible! But.. don't tell anyone I said that."
(Confessional: Trent)
"The fact that Gwen is so smart and independent, coupled with the fact that she's incredible to look at is making me nuts! So yeah, I'd take a skunk shot for her, any day."
(Confessional end)
Eva stomps around the woods, scanning the trees for her special rodent. "God, this stupid game.. I swear, once I win, I'm sinking this island."
A rustle in the bushes interrupts her mad ramblings. She grins maniacally at the bush and slowly creeps up to it. Before she can tackle the bush, a purple snake emerges and hisses at her. She gets into attack mode. Then, out of nowhere, Izzy swings from a vine and lands both of her feet onto its back, forcing it to gasp out a key.
"Oh yeah! Score one for Izzy! Hey, Eva, mind if I get that?" She questions casually as she bends down and snaps the snake's neck. Eva recoils in shock, but grabs the key and hands it over.
(Confessional: Eva)
"I've mercy killed a lot of animals on hunting trips. I've never snapped one's neck with so much caliceness."
(Confessional: Izzy)
"I think I freaked Eva out a bit when I killed that snake… cool!"
(Confessional end)
"We need to talk." Eva says.
"Ooh, about what?" Izzy asks, jumping off the snake to examine her key like Gollum.
"Our allies. Last time, I was voted out a ton, and you had your fair share of detractors, too." She leans her back on a tree, folding her arms.
"Just one, and it's only 'cause DJ likes everyone else. I get that!" Izzy says with a shrug.
"Who are your allies?"
"Weellll, I do really like Owen, and I made good friends with Heather and Lindsay. Oh, Lindsay is the funnest girl on the island, by far! You should go caroling with us sometime, Eva!"
"You made good friends.. With Heather?" Eva can't help but laugh.
"Yeah! Yeah! You know, she's just as conniving and evil as she was on TV, but I dunno, she's kinda down to earth."
"I'll send her down the earth when this competition is over."
"Suit yourself. If I were you though, I'd get some allies, and fast. Because, uh.. You're not very popular." Izzy stands up and tries walking away, but Eva grabs her by the shoulders and launches her back into the tree she was leaning on.
"And you're a lying little weasel. Why did you lie about never leaving the island?"
"Oh, that? Come on, Ev' it's all in good fun! Besides, what does it matter if I was at the Playa?"
"It matters because it lets them know how much you know. You're a lot smarter than you let on."
"Izzy loves her education!"
"Sure.. since I have such troubling blackmail on you, what do you say we.. form an alliance behind Heather's back?"
"Well, I do like you, and I would prefer that little bit of info remain a secret.. Deal!" Izzy shakes Eva's hand aggressively. A rabbit bounces by.
"HEY! GET BACK HERE!" Eva sprints toward the animal, and it immediately starts bouncing away. Izzy innocently stands on the balls of her feet before walking away with a whistle.
(Confessional: Eva)
"I'm not worried about Izzy playing me. I mean, she's crafty, but she's also batshit insane. If push comes to shove, I'll shove her down a flight of stairs."
(Confessional end)
Owen sneaks around the edge of the forest, eventually coming across a cave. As wide as it is dank, it stuck out like a sore thumb. Kinda like the wide, blonde boy standing at it's maw right now. "Ah, crap.. This must be it." He looks down at the card again and swallows. "Please don't be in it's mouth, please don't be in it's mouth.."
He tip toes inside, and as dark as it is, he can make out something lighting up the cave in the distance. Luckily, it's dry, and if there are stalagmites, he can't see them. The sound of static is.. Strange to hear in a cave, but he continues towards the source of the sound until he finds a peculiar sight. A box TV with static playing, a chair flipped over on its side and a sleeping bag on the floor. Owen shrugs his shoulders, looking around the room for a key. He unzips the sleeping bag and finds something shiny, exactly what he's looking for.
"Yes!" He grabs the key with both hands and chuckles with relief. Just then, the sound of heavy, slow footsteps fill his ears. Terrified, he looks to the side and sees a bear, walking with exhaustion in his steps towards him. He freezes in fear, shaking as his heart race increases tremendously.
The bear yawns loudly, stretching its arms out behind its back… before plopping down on top of Owen and the sleeping bag. "Crap, crap, crap, crap…"
Heather walks back to the cabins, deep in thought. "Trent.. Trent. Need Gwen's handwriting. Did she leave her diary here?"
She enters the girls cabin, and the coast is clear. She heads for Gwen's luggage, sorting through pantyhose, leggings, socks and finally her diary. "Much easier than last time." She opens it up and takes a picture of a random passage.
I haven't felt this good in a long time. Mentally, I mean. I was worried for a few days there that Trent and I might have been pregnant after that day in the woods, but now that I know for sure I'm all good, I can confidently say that this man has offered me my first and most sacred relationship. I love everything about him, and I think I'm ready to tell him that.
I don't even care about the others. Yeah, Heather annoys me, but he'd never cheat on me with her. I was just jealous, like LeShawna said. From now on, I'm going to make sure I trust my partner. After all, he trusts me.
Heather's face goes soft. She puts the diary back in place, even sorting the clothes back in place before closing her bag. She reads over the passage again, and again, guilt evident in her eyes. She weighs her options, looking on one hand, and then at her phone, as if to say 'one hundred thousand dollars, or my conscience?'
Slowly, she puts her phone in her pocket and zips up Gwen's luggage.
DJ looks around the woods, tiptoeing cautiously. He looks down at his card, which showed off a tree with an arrow pointing at a bird's nest. He scans the top of the trees, searching for a nest. He gets so lost in his search that he doesn't even see Eva, also walking around while scanning the area. The two bump into each other, falling on their butts.
"Ah. Sorry, my bad. I was looking for-" He recoils. "Eva! I, uh..-"
"You've been avoiding me. Fishy." Eva points a finger into his chest threateningly.
"L-look, if it makes you feel any better, I never want to vote for anyone on the island, so.." He stumbles back.
"Relax. I'm not gonna kill you. Though, out here in the woods where nobody can hear you scream.." A grin lines her lips.
A smile comes to him, too. "Outside of the cameras everywhere, you mean?"
Cameras in owl hole's and bushes stick out like sore thumbs. Eva looks around at them. "...Right. Anyway, I could actually use your help."
"My help? Uh, I'm kinda busy looking for my key." He twiddles his thumbs.
"And why would you need invincibility? You're everyone's favorite. Besides, with Heather, Duncan and me running amuck, the politics are least concerned about you." She points at him for emphasis.
He hums. "I get your point. What do you need?"
"I need to find a rabbit." Eva shows him her card. He leans in and scans the card.
"No, you don't."
"Are you insulting my vision…" She struggles to find a personal insult for him. "...Loser?"
"Haha, of course not. What I'm saying is you need to find Bunny. Not a rabbit."
"Your rabbit?"
"Right! See that black spot on his paw? That's how you know it's Bunny."
"Wow. I never would have guessed. Thanks."
"If you were just a little nicer, more people would want to help you. Work on that." He walks away confidently, continuing to scan the trees. Eva walks towards the cabins, confused as much as she is grateful.
Geoff lingers around the communal bathroom, looking down at the card he was given. Wrinkling his nose, he swallows. "I.. Guess there's no denying it. That's gotta be the toilet. Eugh.."
(Confessional: Geoff)
"When I was fourteen, I threw this wicked pizza party at my uncle's. He was out for the weekend, and specifically told me not to throw any shindigs. Well, I did. And one of the attendees, Triston, flushed my house key down the toilet thinking it was a piece of crap. So, when everyone else went home, my bro Brody and I went scuba diving in the sewer to get it back before my uncle came home. Sickest crap ever, for sure, but if I can do that, I can do this!"
(Confessional end)
He looks down into the toilet and brings up the seat, a toxic, green bubble boiling from the water. He swallows, putting on a scuba mask.
"Well, now what?" Trent asks, holding his key. "Should we head back so soon? There's still a whole five hours left."
Gwen smirks, putting her hand on his chest. "Well.. we could spend the rest of this time more.. Intimately."
Trent smirks back, putting his key in his pocket before hooking his arms around her waist and pulling her toward a tree, their lips locking and his swaying against each other like brim to grindstone. Trent's key falls out of his hand as he moves it to undo Gwen's bra.
Heather is walking back to the amphitheater, her key in her fist. On her way, she passes the mess hall, noticing Lindsay cowering outside, sitting at the door with her face sadly looking down at the card. She walks toward her, intrigued. "Lindsay. Have you gotten your key yet?"
"No.. It's in the freezer, I think, but Chef's in there. Last time somebody tried to take something from Chef…" Lindsay shivers, rocking back and forth.
"Right. Cody. Listen, you can't beat yourself up over him forever. I'm sure he'll be walking in no time." Heather assures. Lindsay sighs.
"I guess.."
Heather kneels down to Lindsay's level, putting a hand on her shoulder. "What if that key is the one to immunity?"
"..You're right. But, Chef is puppy dogging the freezer!" She incorrectly rambles.
Heather stands up and smirks. "Leave it to me."
She walks in, hands on her hips. She scans the kitchen, Lindsay looming behind her with anxiety in her eyes. After rooting around a bit, she finds the hot sauce gun from the trust building challenge. She grins. "Perfect."
Chef kicks the door down, gritting his teeth. He holds a pirate's hook hand out menacingly. Lindsay screams, covering her head with her arms. Heather loads the gun before blasting Chef in the face. "AH! My eyes! AHHH!" The cook drops the hook, clutching his face and rubbing the sauce out. All it does is spread more! "Oh god, rubbing it makes it worse! Help! AH!" He sprints full stop out the door and into the woods, his screams echoing through the island. Lindsay slowly stands up and claps.
"Eeeh, you did it, Heather! You're the greatest friend ever!" She leaps forward and hugs her tight. Heather hugs her back with one arm, grinning connivingly.
"Thanks, Linds! Hey, why don't you go get your key?" She asks, putting on her fake nice voice.
"Okay!" She runs into the freezer and finds the key hanging by a metal hook. She takes it and walks back out, happy as can be. "If there's anything I can do, please tell me! I wanna be useful, too."
"Oh, Lindsay.. I couldn't possibly… anything?" Lindsay nods.
(Confessional: Heather)
"To reiterate, I do all of this in the name of strategy. No hard feelings."
(Confessional: Lindsay)
"I hope if me and Heather get to the jury vote, you all vote for her. I'm not very good at challenges or strategizing, but over the course of the game, she's saved me, carried me this far! She deserves to stay in. Not me."
(Confessional end)
Duncan walks into the boathouse, examining his card. A bucket of fish. Too easy. He bends down to find the exact bucket he and Courtney bonded over, dumps it out and steals the gold key from the mass of floppy, smelly sardines. They flop on the floor, lifeless as the water drains down into the wooden cracks in the floor. Despite the smell and the slimy texture of the scalie fishies, he scoops them all up into his arms and runs out onto the dock, tossing them into the ocean. They swim away, dispersing into the ocean. He looks down at his now greasy shirt and grimaces. "Ugh.. that smell. I gotta change." He walks away, on his way to the cabins.
Gwen coils her arms around Trent's neck, listening to the beat of his heart as he snores against the tree they eloped against. With her skirt and shirt back on, she decides to cover up his groin too, pulling up his pants. He sleeps through that, too. She thinks, 'gosh, he must have needed that.'
Lindsay peers out from behind a tree. She slowly approaches the two, assuming both of them are asleep. When Gwen turns around to see who's shadow is looming over her, Lindsay freezes. "Oh! Hi, Gwen!" Lindsay whispers, wincing. Heather watches from behind another tree, face palming.
"What are you doing?"
"Um.. just checking on you guys! It's dangerous to sleep in the woods."
"..Right."
Lindsay looks up to Heather, who mouths "Distract her!" In a hushed voice. Lindsay nods and looks back down at the coiled up goth.
"Hey, do you wanna see something really cool?"
"Uh… No. Not really. I'm kinda tired."
"No, look, you're gonna appreciate this, since you have like, such a small cup size! Look, this magazine I was reading talks about FREE breast implants for celebrities!" She pulls out the magazine she was reading from the last episode, pointing at singer Billie Eilish modeling in a bra with a bust too big and round to be real. Gwen looks visibly disturbed. "Maybe if you get really famous, you can get bigger boobies too!"
"...What?"
Swipe! Heather grabs Trent's key right off the floor, then slowly sneaks away as Lindsay keeps rambling.
"...So anyway, I would totally get my boobs worked on, even though they're already naturally D's, but I mean, look at Kim Kardashian, or even Placenta Hilton!"
"Paris Hilton. Is this going somewhere?"
Heather shakes her head, motioning for Lindsay to move along. "Nope! I gotta go now. Enjoy your little cuddling time with Trent! So cute." She skips away merrily. Gwen shakes her head.
"Freak." She lays her head back down on Trent's chest. He yawns, looking down at her.
"Hey.. what's going on?" He asks.
"Nothing. Just go back to sleep." Gwen mutters.
"Uh.. okay." He closes his eyes, hugging her tight as she melts back into his arms, sighing dreamily.
Lindsay and Heather look at Trent's key as the latter holds it up victoriously. "Ha! Gotcha. Phase two complete."
"What was phase one?"
"That's on a need to know basis, honey. Sorry, not everything can be so crystal clear." Heather pokes her nose condescendingly. Lindsay nods.
"I understand! What's next?"
"Wait for Trent to wake up and separate from Gwen. We'll give him an hour and a half. If he isn't untangled from her by then, we'll find a way to split them up naturally."
"Okay! Can we go get our reward now?"
"No. That's at 6:00 PM. But while we wait, we should go find Izzy. Maybe she can help us too." Heather walks forward, with Lindsay trailing behind.
"Ooh, hooray!"
LeShawna looks around the swampy, muddy area she was forced to train in during the Basic Straining challenge. Looking down at her card, a large silhouette of a croc stares back at her. When she looks back up, a crocodile lounges in the distance, the key stuck around his snaggletooth. She grins, furrowing her brows as she begins sneaking up to the beast.
"This time.. I'm coming out on top."
The crocodile opens its eyes and stands up on its four legs, snarling at her. She doesn't flinch an inch, instead motioning for it to bring it on. "Come at me, scalie!"
"ROooaaarrr!" It charges forward, fast as a train. Metaphorically speaking.
Two hours later…
Heather and Lindsay return with Izzy. Heather puts her hands on her hips, ready to fill in Izzy.
"So, what's up?"
"Shh!" Heather hushes her, a finger over her lips. Izzy looks down and tries to bite her finger, but Heather pulls away before she can. "Eugh! Keep your voice down."
"You got it." Izzy whispers.
"So, here's the deal.. Now that the letter written in Gwen's handwriting has been planted in Trent's room, I need you to go and wake them up. They've been sleeping for way too long." Heather orders.
"Easy as pie! I should know, my grandma makes the greatest apple pie, like you wouldn't believe." Izzy chortles.
Heather rolls her eyes. "Riveting. Yeah, so, do your thing, and get them separated. Then phase five can begin."
Izzy salutes, running out of the woods and close to the empty skunk hole Trent and Gwen slept a few meters across from. She hops in front of them before inhaling deep.. And screaming at the top of her lungs. Gwen and Trent shoot up, with Trent screaming back and Gwen yelping with a start. Trent takes a knife out of his side pocket, his eyes wide and worried as he forces Gwen behind him. She finds the gesture a little more than thrilling, though she wouldn't admit that until later she decides. Izzy giggles like a squirrel, putting her hands up in the air.
"Guys, guys, don't worry, it's just me, your friendly neighborhood Izzy!"
Trent slowly lowers his shoulders, heavily breathing as Gwen crosses her arms. "Oh my god.. You scared the fuck out of us."
"That's an understatement." Gwen adds. Trent puts his knife away.
Izzy rests her hand on her face as she laughs at them. "Haha! Just a prank! Ooh, Trent, Trent, Gwen, oh my god. I just remembered why I came over here!"
"Because you've got some screws loose?" Gwen questions.
Izzy stares at the guitarist blankly. "Trent, Duncan flushed ALL of your pills down the toilet."
"WHAT?!" Trent's face goes red.
Her next target is the goth. "Gwen, LeShawna's being mauled by a crocodile."
"WHAT?!" Gwen looks even paler than usual.
"Yeah, so.. Trent he's in the communal washrooms-"
"I'll fucking kill that punk! This is it!" Trent makes a full sprint for the washrooms, separating him and Gwen.
"Aaaand LeShawna's in the swamp."
Gwen runs in the opposite direction.
Heather and Lindsay emerge from the woods. "Okay, we don't have a lot of time, ladies. Lindsay, get into position at the girls cabin. I'll be by the Dock of Shame. Izzy, good work. Stay with me."
"Okie dokie, smokey!" Izzy says.
"Wait, what am I supposed to say again?" Lindsay questions.
"When Gwen comes back, tell her that Trent told you to meet her at the dock. Here, take the script." Heather shoves a piece of paper into her hands before looking at Izzy. "Shall we?" Izzy nods, the two girls waving Lindsay goodbye as they head for the dock. Lindsay waves back.
Trent kicks the door in to the communal washroom, his fists balled up and a vein ready to pop in his forehead. "DUNCAN?! GIMME BACK MY PILLS, AND I'LL ONLY TEAR ONE OF YOUR PIERCINGS OUT INSTEAD OF ALL OF THEM!"
His barking, loud voice makes Geoff screech, climbing out of the septic tank before running into Trent's arms. "Ugh, dude!" Trent gasps, all of his anger burning down.
"There's an alligator with an attitude in there, man! He yelled at me!" Geoff shivers.
Trent squints. "Wait… so then, did he already flush my pills?"
"The alligator flushed your pills?!" Geoff pulls on his shirt, on the verge of tears.
"...I think Izzy lied to me for kicks."
"About what?"
Trent shakes his head, pushing Geoff off of him. "Why are you swimming in the toilet?"
"Uh… sorry, dude. Gotta find my key." He points back at the toilets.
"Oh.. that sucks. You're sure Duncan wasn't here?"
"Nobody's flushed a toilet in here since this morning."
"...Sorry, dude. Carry on." Trent walks out, already taking off his shirt with disgust. Geoff sighs, looking back at the disgusting toilet.
"Here goes…"
Gwen nearly trips over herself as she runs through the swamp, mud splashing against the soles of her boots. She flails her arms, screaming out LeShawna's name as loud as she can.
"I'm over here!" She grunts back, on the back of the crocodile, punching it in the back of the head as it bites the air in a vain effort to get her. Gwen runs toward her voice, and eventually finds her.
"LeShawna! Jump off! He's gonna start spinning to try to crush you! He'll shred your bones!"
"Oh, shit!" LeShawna stands up as the croc readies his attack. She jumps just as it begins spinning rapidly, splashing mud all over the girl's skin, hair and face. Gwen narrowly dodges the mud splash, but does get hit in the cheek with a gold key.
"Ow! Hey, I got your key! Come on!" Gwen yells.
LeShawna sprints next to Gwen, the crocodile hot on their tails until they clear out of the woods. The croc won't leave his territory, looking back at his unattended eggs. He growls at the girls one last time before disappearing back into his natural territory. Gwen and LeShawna sigh in relief as they continue towards the cabins.
"Thanks, girl! I thought I was a goner!"
"Thank Izzy! She was the one who told me!"
(Confessional: LeShawna)
"Next time, Chris will be the one getting shredded by a croc!"
(Confessional end)
Owen, still in the cave from earlier being cuddled by a warm and rougeish bear, slowly and carefully moves the creature's arm off of his squarely body. Finally, he manages it, and is about to escape, only for the bear to tilt its head and gently bite down on Owen's, keeping him securely locked down.
"Crap infinity…"
Trent throws his dirty shirt in the hamper by the corner of the guys' cabin. As he looks for a new shirt to grab, he spots a pink envelope on his bed. "Huh?" He walks toward it and picks it up, unraveling the envelope before picking the letter inside out of it. "A handwritten love note? Adorable."
Dear Trent.
Meet me at the Dock of Shame as fast as you can. I've got a little surprise for you.
-Gwen.
He hugs the note, contently sighing to himself. Duncan raises an eyebrow, looking past a comic he stole from Harold from his bed. Trent leaves, not noticing him. "Guess I won't need to change shirts." He says with a big grin on his face.
(Confessional: Duncan)
"Heather dropped off that note half an hour ago. Whatever she's plotting, it's elaborate. I gotta hand it to her, even if she did help get Courtney eliminated."
(Confessional end)
Similarly, Gwen returns with LeShawna. "I gotta take a bath, but.. Thanks, girl. I'd totally hug you if I wasn't covered in mud right now."
"Aww, thanks to you too. Me and Trent just had the greatest make up sex ever, and we weren't even fighting over anything." Gwen replies, the two of them standing at the door to the girls cabin.
"Ha, I'm a regular love doctor." LeShawna says, swinging her key with her finger.
"True that. Enjoy your shower." Gwen says, heading inside. LeShawna walks away towards the communal washroom. Gwen opens the door, spotting Lindsay laying on her back reading a magazine upside down. She realizes Gwen's entered and falls to the floor before jumping up to her feet.
"Gwen! Heeeeey! Oh my gosh, I have, like, the cutest news ever to share!" She chirps.
"Is it about more poppy celebrities, or about your boobs? Because if so, I'm not interested." Gwen says sardonically.
"No! It's about Trent."
Her eyes light up briefly before she tries to go back to her resting bitch face. "Trent? What did he say?"
"He said to.. Uh.. to meet you at the Dock of Shame! Like, as fast as you can. 'Cause he has a really sweet romantic surprise for you." Lindsay smiles nervously.
Gwen raises her brow, but her suspicion quickly turns to a warm smile. "Really..? Thanks, Lindsay." She leaves, hugging herself. Lindsay pulls out her phone quickly and texts Heather. Thankfully, the text goes through.
She's coming!
Trent walks on the dock, scanning for Gwen's blue hair and scrawny frame, holding the note in his right hand. However, the only figure he can see on the dock.. Is Heather. She's looking down at her phone. Then she gasps and puts it away, her hair in a braid and her outfit now a pair of tight blue jeans that adequately show off her hips and give her an impression of an ass. He can't help but look her up and down, from her trendy purple heels to her vest and buttoned down button up.
"Trent. So nice to see you." She smiles.
"Heather? You look… Good." He stutters, amazed.
"Aww, you flatter me! It's nice to hear some form of compliment after all this time."
"Ha, I get that feeling. Have you seen Gwen at all? She said she was gonna meet me here."
Heather looks down, her smile turning to a frown.
"What? What's wrong?"
"Well.. you see.. Oh gosh, I can't." Heather puts her hands over her face and begins crying.
"Hey, hey, easy." Trent puts a hand on her shoulder, sympathetic. Heather embraces him in a hug, crying into his bare chest as her long, pretty nails rake his back. He goes stiff, but hugs her back reluctantly. "What's up?"
"Oh.. Gwen. I-I tried so hard to be supportive when we were teammates, a-and even when we were fighting like dumb high schoolers, all I ever wanted was for her to like me. I.. I wasn't very popular in high school, and so I understand how she feels, but.. She's so mean to me!" She wails, crying harder, her mascara running. Trent hugs her tighter, sighing.
"Gwen… She's very asocial. It's not her fault. Me and her, we have problems."
"S-so did I. That's why I don't understand why she would ever talk bad about you behind your-... oops." She pulls away, wiping away her tears and running makeup. Trent looks worried.
"What? She.. talked bad about me?"
"I wasn't supposed to say that.."
"What did she say? I heard about the small in the saddle thing, but everybody just-"
"Blamed it on me, right? Figures.. Her and LeShawna hate me after I teamed up with Harold."
"What.. else did she say?"
"She told me that your music sucks. That you're nothing but a cliche. And worse.. She said she was going to steal your key from you."
He goes wide eyed, his heart stinging as he checks his pockets. Nothing. It's gone. "But.. I thought Gwen liked me. I.. I was really starting to fall for her." His bottom lip quivers, shoulders slumped. "I should have seen this coming.. I'm so fucking stupid."
"Caw-caw! Caw-caw!" Izzy chirps, hanging from a tree in the distance. It appears Gwen is coming, and she's about to see the Dock of Shame.
"Hey." Heather grabs him by the chin, her other hand resting against his pecks. Trent looks into her eyes, hypnotized. "She might think you're nothing special.. But I think you're really, really sweet. Handsome.. Sensitive. You're exactly my type. Trent, I've liked you for a long time. Let's.. Forget about all of them." She puckers her lips, closing the gap as soon as she can. Trent goes wide eyed.. Then closes his eyes and kisses back, hugging her tight against him.
Gwen spots them on her way to the dock. Her eyes water, her voice cracks as she gasps and whimpers, and she runs away, crying into her hands. Trent and Heather continue making out, their tongue's deep in each other's mouths, lapping at each other.
(Confessional: Trent)
"Jerk!"
(Confessional: Gwen)
"Traitor!"
(Confessional: Trent)
"I thought we had-"
(Confessional: Gwen)
"Something special. Of course not. What did I expect?"
(Confessional: Trent)
"Last time I make that mistake."
(Confessional end)
Gwen runs into the girls cabin, sobbing profusely. Luckily, Lindsay has left to rendezvous with Heather, so she's all alone. She cries into her pillow, the kind of cry a mother would hear and immediately become distressed over their child's wellbeing. Unfortunately, Gwen's mom isn't here. However, LeShawna comes into the cabin with her dirty clothes and a towel after showering. She drops everything and sits down next to Gwen.
"Gwen? What happened? I've never seen you this way before."
"T-Trent's a big, cheating asshole! That's what happened." She wheezes, holding herself under the covers as her tears soak into the sheets. LeShawna gasps.
"He's what?!" The proud woman tears the covers off, venom in her eyes. Gwen looks up at her, her eyes red and puffy. "Tell me everything. Now."
"W-well.. It all started this morning."
LeShawna rushes out the door, a woman on a mission. "Heather and Trent are SO off this island!"
LeShawna goes around the island, telling everyone she can about Trent and Heather. From Geoff in the toilet, to Duncan, DJ and Eva in the guys cabin, to Owen in the bear cave, coincidentally also saving him from said bear when it wakes up and realizes he's in place of his teddy bear. She tells everyone the same thing:
"We all need to get together and vote off Heather! She's messing around with Gwen's boy Trent!"
(Confessional: Duncan)
"When I said take care of Trent, I didn't mean fuck Trent in front of Gwen! But.. Strategically this is pretty good for me. Now Heather and Trent have huge targets on their backs, and the guys I plan on indoctrinating are all on my side. Uh.. Sorry, Gwen."
(Confessional: Heather)
"Was that hard to do? Oh yeah. Not Trent. He's surprisingly good in the saddle, unlike what most people may tell you. I felt bad about screwing over Gwen, but it's really good strategy. Now I have three keys, counting Lindsay's, so the odds are in my favor. Anyway, it wouldn't be the first time I sacrificed a relationship for success."
(Confessional: Trent)
"I slept with Heather. I.. ugh! Why did I go all the way with her? You know what.. Gwen had it coming! She was stringing me along. I'm just gonna go get my key back, break things off, and that'll be that.." He sobs into his hands immediately.
(Confessional: LeShawna)
"There. I did my part. I told everyone who would listen to vote for either Heather or Trent. Let's just hope their chests don't contain invincibility."
(Confessional end)
Chris stands at the amphitheater, still wearing his pirate outfit. The contestants begin arriving in droves, most with keys. "Arr, laddy's! I see yee've made it at six in the PM for yer treasure! Avast thee and claim your prize."
DJ goes up first and tries a chest. Opening it up, he discovers a blue slip. "What's this?"
Chris swoops in behind the giant. "Arrr, DJ wins one of the biggest treasures a young crewmate could bargain for! A pass slip!"
"Pass?"
"Ye! Introducing the pass slip! It's a one-time redeemable coupon you can use to pass any challenge in the game! Except during the finale or jury vote. Use it wisely, bro."
"Wow.." DJ walks away, admiring his slip.
(Confessional: Heather)
"Of course, the one guy I'm not friendly enough with to take from. Whatever. I've got invincibility in one of these keys."
(Confessional end)
Trent walks with Heather to the chests. Gwen, LeShawna, and pretty much everyone else glare at them like they're trying to set them on fire. Heather simply grabs his hand and whispers, "Ignore them."
Trent recoils, swatting her hand away. "I can't!"
"What?" He storms towards Gwen, outstretching his arm.
"What do you want, cheater?" Gwen barks, arms crossed and her face looking to the side.
"Y-you saw, huh?" He rubs the back of his neck, frowning.
She turns to look at him, bitter. "Fuck you, Trent. I gave you everything. My first time, my love, my adoration, my time, and what did you do? You cheated on me!" She shoves him. He's actually wearing a shirt and jacket now, so she doesn't give him the satisfaction of touching his bare chest again.
"Yeah, well.. You stole from me, and badmouthed and deceived me the entire competition." Trent rebuttals.
"You're going to trust the word of Heather? The most conniving bitch we've ever met? She used to bully me in front of everyone, dude! How dense are you?!"
Chris chuckles. "Oooh, tensiony!"
"Look, just gimme my key back." Trent demands.
"What are you talking about? This is my key. You just helped me get it." Gwen replies, showing off the skunk key.
"Oh, you mean this key?" Heather uses Trent's key to unlock one of the chests. "Ooh, a goody basket with pop, deodorant and a big, shiny marshmallow plaque! This wouldn't happen to be-"
"Invincibility? Sure is!" Chris answers. Heather grins.
"Ooh, good job, Heather!" Lindsay applauds, just before using her key to open her own chest. She pulls out a leg lamp ala A Christmas Story. "Oooh, pretty!"
"Wait, so… You stole my key?"
"Sure did, lover boy. Guess you're a lot stupider than you look. You understand, yeah?"
"Aw, no! Fuck, what is WRONG with me?!" Trent smacks himself repeatedly in the forehead. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!"
"Honestly, you should be thanking Heather. Now you know he's a big, no good cheater. Unlike my Tyler!" Lindsay exclaims, biting her bottom lip dreamily. Gwen groans, opening her chest to find a bottle of pineapple scented perfume.
"Really? These rewards suck."
"You got that right." LeShawna mouths, pulling out a stick of gum from her chest. "Really? Bubblegum for a croc attack?"
"It's something, isn't it?" Chris replies. She rolls her eyes. Duncan tries the one next to her, finding a bag of Lays and a can of Pepsi.
"Is this the best you could do?" Duncan asks, clearly not in the mood. Chris cheekily shrugs.
Eva tries hers. Opening it up, she finds a pair of running shoes. "Huh. Looks like Orthodox Christmas came early." She switches into them.
Geoff opens his chest, finding a bottle of cologne. "What the..?"
Chris walks in front of the camera. "Geoff will be able to cover up that foul stench with a can of New Cleaver Body Spray. Cleaver: It cuts through the stink!"
"I just snorkeled in a septic tank for cologne?!.. Nice!"
Heather opens her second chest after Owen tries it and it doesn't open. "Some lip gloss, huh? Eh, not really my brand."
"Oooh, can I have it? Please, please, pretty please?" Lindsay
"Eh, you've been a good sport. Sure, here you- ow!" Heather nearly drops it when LeShawna yanks her braid, but Lindsay saves it. "Watch it, big loud and proud."
"You watch yours, she-devil." LeShawna replies.
Izzy's contains a tranquilizer gun. "Ooooh, baggin' a doe! Nice! I'm gonna use this on myself when the evil, spooky night terrors strike!" She bounces around, specifically around Owen. He snickers at her hijinks, who is a little confused.
"Uh.. Chris. I tried all the chests, but my key doesn't open any of 'em."
"Oh yeah, one of the keys was a total dud. Sorry, dude."
"Aw, man… Worst challenge ever!" Owen complains.
"I hope everyone got the treasure they were looking for, and more! But now, it's time to do your duty and send one of your fellow campers packing for good. So, plan out who you're voting out." he switches back to pirate mode to say, "And I'll see ye land loving buccaneers back at the campfire ceremony after sundown! Har-har-ha!"
(Confessional: LeShawna)
"See you later, cheater."
(Confessional: Owen)
"...Sorry, Trent. What you did was really messed up. Although I am curious about what Heather's boobies look like."
(Confessional: Izzy)
"If I were Gwen and Trent were still Trent, he'd be maimed!"
(Confessional: Duncan)
"Ya messed up, dude."
(Confessional: Geoff)
"Are you kidding? Gotta be Trent."
(Confessional: Eva)
"I almost had a boyfriend one time. He ended up making out with a stick figure instead. Needless to say, neither of them can use their tongues anymore."
(Confessional: Heather)
"I am so into this game. I can play these losers like a sad violin."
(Confessional: Trent)
"What can I do to atone for this? Vote myself out. It's the only way I could ever get such a perfect girl back. Please, please, take me back, Gwen."
(Confessional end)
At the bonfire ceremony, the moon shines bright, nearly full. Chris, now in his normal outfit, stands in front of the contestants, hands behind his back as Chef comes up next to him with a cone around his neck and a platter of marshmallows in his hands. "And now, the moment we've all been waiting for. The moment of truth. Marshmallow time! You know the deal, if you don't get a marshmallow.. It's curtains for you."
Trent sighs, lowering his head, his luggage already packed. Gwen looks down and to the side, arms locked around her chest.
"The following campers are safe. Heather."
He tosses the first marshmallow at the queen bee. She catches it and smirks, gobbling it up. "Mm.. so creamy and thick. Thanks, Trent. I mean, Chris."
"I'm gonna fucking kill you." Gwen states.
"Great! Because Gwen, you're also safe." Chris tosses a marshmallow Gwen's way.
"Thank god.." Trent mutters.
"Geoff. Izzy. Owen. LeShawna." The three come up and collect theirs off Chef's plate.
"Eva. DJ." They smile at one another before coming up to get their marshmallows.
The last three, Duncan, Lindsay and Trent look half between each other. Duncan doesn't seem worried, though Lindsay does. Trent looks absolutely pale.
"Duncan."
He catches it mid-air, popping it in his mouth. He gives Heather a glance, but looks away before she can look his way.
"Campers.. This is the final marshmallow of the evening. This marshmallow goes to…"
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"Lindsay."
Lindsay catches her marshmallow in her lap. Trent stands up, slowly turning to Gwen. "Dock of Shame's that way, bro."
"Wait. Just one minute. Gwen, please, look at me." Trent begs.
Gwen slowly looks up at him, but doesn't look into his eyes. "...You wanna know something funny?"
"..What?"
"Even though I hate you with all of my being right now, I still didn't vote for you."
Trent smiles. "I love you, Gwen. I'm so sorry I cheated on you. I- I can't even blame it on my paranoia. I just.."
"I knew what I was getting myself into, Trent. This is on both of us."
Trent falls to his knees before her. She's surprised. "I want you to be strong and fight 'till the end. For both of us. Don't let anyone stand in your way. I'll be watching and cheering for you back home."
He presses his hand against her cheek. She instinctively recoils, but lets him keep it there as a tear rolls down her cheek. "...Okay." She squeaks, on the brink of tears.
Chris taps his shoulder. "Trent, you've got a date at the Boat of Losers, dude. So long." Trent lowers his head, standing up.
"Bye, buddy." Owen sniffles.
"See ya, big guy. I'm sorry, everyone. Especially you, Gwen." He gives her one last look, inhaling before finally leaving.
He heads off the dock. As he boards the Boat of Losers with an intern piloting it this time, Gwen runs towards the end of the dock. "Trent! Trent, wait! D-don't leave me. I-I can't- I-I dunno if I ca-"
"You've got this, babe! You're the greatest girl I've ever known! Lemme see your smile one last time, huh?" He shouts, putting his stuff down on the boat as it rides away so he can point finger guns at her. She smiles through her tears, waving him goodbye before bursting into tears, holding her face in her hands. LeShawna comes up next to her and consoles her, eventually pulling her into a hug.
"Shh.. It's all good, girl. We'll get that two-timing whore and stomp her out. Just you wait." LeShawna says soothingly.
"Well, It's been a great day, but I'm gonna go hit the showers. Give Gwen my regards!" Heather fakely chirps, leaving the bonfire. Nobody is smiling at her, not even her crownies.
Chris steps in front of the camera. "And with that, two lovers part ways. What has LeShawna got in store for Heather? How will Duncan raise the guys' morale? And what of Eva? Will she remain a threat?"
"Of course I will! What kind of question is that?!" Eva replies, cutting in.
"Find out all this and more next time on Total!
Drama!
Island!"
Mid Credits:
Heather steps into the shower, throwing her towel over the curtain as she turns on the water. She hums a dainty little song to herself as she bathes her hair and body. Outside, LeShawna takes the pipe to the communal washrooms, a pipe that Geoff points out to her behind her, and connects it to the shower pipe. Geoff and LeShawna chuckle, the disgusting sewer water leaking into the shower.
"I-is that sewer sludge?! AHHH! LeShawna! You are SO DEAD!" The two run away, while Gwen sighs to herself as she watches from the porch of the girls cabin.
Credits resume.