Total Drama United

by Shiroyama38

One year after two seasons with the cast of the Total Drama Reboot, Chris decided that the cast he had for the previous seasons wasn't enough for the milestone that was the "tenth" season. So Chris decided to bring back old campers to compete with the newbies. With 6 from the four united generations, hijinks are bound to happen. On Total Drama United!

5. The Centaur Of Attention

Holy crap this took awhile.

So yeah, this episode has been in development for nearly two months now. Which is the longest I have ever taken to get a chapter out. And there's a couple of reasons for that, partially because I was working on other things with my friends, and also because… Laziness.

This chapter was difficult to write, but at the same time it was a lot of fun to write for.

Also, this challenge was the first one not made by me. Instead I asked one of my good friends UlmarVice to make this challenge. Also, he is a fanfiction writer, and he has written a Danganronpa Fangan called The Despair of Tomorrow. So if you're interested go ahead and check that out.

But, you guys didn't come here to read Danganronpa content, you came here to read Total Drama United. So, let's get on with it!

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It was the night of Zee's elimination, and the Nuclear Missiles would head on back to the building of which the other two teams were partying. Throughout the walk back, there was only one thing on their mind, that of course being the mess that was the elimination.

The door would open and in would come only 6 boys and girls, making some of the other contestants believe that Chris did a double elimination.

"The heck happened? Did Chris eliminate two people so that y'all could match the other team full of losers?" Scott asked.

"No." Sky answered. "Zee was just disqualified. And Chris brought Harold back into the game."

"What did that idiot do to get DQ'd?" Jo questioned.

"He tried to vote off Chris." Dawn told them. "Honestly I can't say I'm surprised at his elimination."

"How was Harold eliminated in the first place?" Anne Maria inquired, wondering why they would vote off a way better player.

"Ask those two." Bridgette pointed to Axel and Sky who were both standing there with their arms crossed. "They voted for him."

"Look, he should've tried harder." Axel would insult the geek behind his back. "If he wants to stay in the game now, he better watch himself. Because I won't hesitate to vote him out again."

"As much as I hate agreeing with this barbarian, Axel's right." Sky would say as she walked over to the bar and held out her hand for a drink, which Scott would happily give to her. "I don't hate Harold. I'm the one who vouched for him to be on our team, but if he's getting so insecure just because Zee is trying to be smart, then I don't know what to tell you other than he probably shouldn't be here." Sky would take a sip of her drink after finishing her statement.

"It wasn't just because of Zee." Bridgette turned her head over to Axel. "It was that one purposefully trying to get on his nerves."

"Watch who you're speaking to, Bridgette." Axel glared at the blonde surfer. "Because like it or not I am one of the three most skilled players on this team. Me, Lightning, and Sky carry all of you. Get rid of any of us, then you're getting rid of any chance you have in this game!"

"Well maybe I'd rather risk getting eliminated then continue to watch the two of you pick on people who don't deserve it." Bridgette remarked.

"The two of us?" Sky repeated. "I can understand why you're insinuating Axel is doing that, but what did I do?"

Bridgette would begin to walk over to Sky as she continued speaking. "Care to explain to me why you continue to badger Dave when he hasn't said a thing to you all season?"

"Do I need to explain anything?" Sky put her drink down, very displeased with Bridgette's question. "If you were in my shoes, you'd do the same thing."

"No, I wouldn't. I'd move on with my life." Bridgette told her. "Dave informed me on what happened between the two of you. And I'm sure he made plenty of mistakes; but with all that I've been told, I don't exactly think you're a blameless victim."

"And since when was I meant to care about your opinion?" Sky asked. "And plus, you only understand what Dave has told you."

Bridgette put her hands on her hips as she looked down at the shorter girl. "Well maybe if you told your side of the story, I wouldn't think of you so poorly."

"I'm not telling my side of the story. I specifically told you to stay out of my business, and what did you do? You did the exact opposite!" Sky stated. "So here's what I want you to do. Leave me alone!"

"Okay." Bridgette backed off. "Fine. I'll go."

Sky watched as the surfer girl walked over to the poker table before mouthing off. "Yeah, you better." The athletic girl would sit back down in her seat before picking up her drink and taking another sip.

[Confessional Eva]

Eva would be sitting cross armed with a smirk on her face, enjoying herself after watching her opponents fall apart. "Looks like the Missiles finally went Nuclear."

[Confessional Bridgette]

"Yeah, remember that speech that I gave in the second challenge? I no longer standby most of what I said there."

[Confessional Jo]

"Well, one team already has their members on each other's ass." Jo grinned evilly. "Let's try and load the Rifles, with a bit of self destruction."

[Confessionals End]

Jo approached the bar, looking right at Scott. "Give me a drink. A really hard drink. I want that stuff that'll knock you out."

"You do realize we have a challenge tomorrow, right?" Scott tells Jo as he'd pour her drink.

"Oh, I'm aware." Jo said as she took her drink. "I could take on any challenge. Drunk or sober, it doesn't matter."

"You're up to something, aren't you?" Scott suspected.

Jo looked offended at Scott for suspecting that she'd ever do something shady. As if she hadn't done plenty of dirty plays in the past. "What? Me? Who do you think I am? I'm not like you Scott. I don't need to play tricks on people to get what I want." The jockette would tell him before walking away."

"I've got my eye on that girl." Scott says as he glared at the back of Jo's head.

"Seriously, dude." Lightning chimed in. "I mean, who the hell pretends to be a guy just to fool people?"

Scott looked at Lightning confused. "What?"

[Confessional Lightning]

"Man, Lightning can't believe that Jo did that!" Lightning exclaimed before shaking his head. "And Lightning thought he was a cool dude. I-I mean she! Lightning thought she was a cool dude! Or, cool girl, I mean Jo ain't a girl! Wait no, she is! Is she?" Lightning gripped onto his head with both hands. "Lightning's head sha-hurts."

[Confessionals End]

Jo would walk over to a table, where Sammy and Topher were just sitting a few moments before they went to talk with Damien. Jo would then take Sammy's drink, and would swap it with the one that she requested before walking away, acting like nothing happened.

Jo sat back down on the bench right next to Brick who saw it all. "It's nice to see your competition fail. Ain't it, soldier?"

"Umm, yes. But, did you really need to do it that way?" Brick asked, feeling uneasy about witnessing Jo's actions and keeping quiet. "I mean, isn't that kind of evil?"

"Do you realize who you're saying that too? I was put on the villains team of Total Drama All Stars for a good reason." Jo pointed out with a smirk on her face, showing no remorse for any of the horrible things she's done. "I was the villain of Revenge Of The Island. Not that stupid weakling Scott, or that braindead-buffon Lightning. I was the biggest physical threat in that season. I was the greatest strategist of that season. I was the best. I was the strongest. I was the smartest, and by extension the meanest! If you think that this is anything new, then I recommend watching our previous season together, Brick-Stick."

The doors would open, and in came Chase. "Hey there, sorry for interrupting whatever the heck is happening, if there is anything going on. But I'mma need a few cases of drinks. I'm turning the Amusement Abode into a private party."

"A private party?" Anne Maria asked, curious.

"Yeah, you wanna join?" Chase asked. "I only invite a select few."

"Hey, sure. Count me in." Anne Maria said with a smile.

"Alright, the only others who I'm willing to give an invitation to are Scott, Lightning, Sky, and Damien. So if any of y'all would like to just hang out with ya-boy, and Duncan. Step right up."

"Uhh, no thanks." Damien declined Chase's offer. "I'm fine here."

"Suit yourself." Chase shrugged.

"Well, I guess I'd like to get away from these guys for a while. So I'll accept." Sky stood up off of her seat. "You coming, Lightning?"

"Sha-Heck yeah! Ain't no way Lightning is gonna miss this!"

Chase turned over to Scott. "And as for you?"

Scott would hand Chase a couple of packs of alcohol. "I'd love to, but I've got a job to do. Have fun."

Chase would take the drinks from Scott and he'd begin walking out with Anne Maria, Lightning, and Sky.

---

In the Amusement Abode, Amy would be sitting on the couch with her feet propped up on a stool, while she was playing a video game as she's finally had the time to be alone. Not that she necessarily cares about 'ruining' her reputation by this point.

The door opened and in came Duncan, who looked a bit surprised to see Amy sitting there. "I would've thought you'd be at the party."

"I ain't much of a party girl." Amy shrugged.

"Didn't really take you to be a gamer." Duncan said as he sat down in one of the arm chairs.

"Eh, I'm kind of a closeted gamer." Amy told him. "You can bet your last dollar that not one person on Pahkitew Island would've expected me to secretly be a daddy's girl. Heck, I doubt any of the fans thought I'd be one."

"Didn't you use to wear that same cheerleader outfit that Samey, or Sammy, or Lamey, is wearing?"

Amy chuckled at Duncan's nickname for her sister. "Yeah. My image was the most important thing. But now that the audience hates me, I suppose there's no reason to try and salvage it. So I just decided to ditch that stupid cheerleading outfit, and opted for something that I think is just better."

"Good call. 'Cause that stupid girly cheerleader outfit looks like crap." Duncan fake gagged. "Honestly I'd probably like Sammy a lot more if she wasn't wearing that stupid thing."

"Oh I wouldn't if I were you. She's the absolute worst." Amy said venomously. "If the word hate was carved into the grand canyon, it still wouldn't be enough to equal how much I hate her."

"Her and Harold would make good friends. They're both losers." Duncan laughed.

"You got that right." Amy agreed.

"Hey there!" Chase would arrive, as well as Anne Maria, Sky, and Lightning. "I'm back with the booze, and the babes and dudes! Or, uhh, dude."

"Oh I like this line-up." Duncan smiled.

"Well to start off this night, why don't we go ahead and play a little game." Sky began to speak as she shut the door. "We've got many different casino items here, so why don't we hold a little event here."

"What are you suggesting, shorty?" Lightning asked.

"We have darts, a ping pong table, a pool table, a roulette wheel, a chess board, and some cards." Sky lists off. "Let's each play against each other in a game of our choice. Whoever loses has to take a shot."

"Oh, so you're proposing a drinking game, huh? Haven't done one of these since I turned 19." Anne Maria says. (Editors note: The legal drinking age in Canada is 19.)

Chase simply smirked at Sky's challenge. "Bring it on. I've had to learn how to do all of this stuff for my channel, while making a prank video of me tricking some people into betting their money, in a rigged game." The video-star would laugh. "Oh it was so funny watching those poor fools be humiliated."

"Oh I'm so down for this!" Duncan punches his fist into his hand. "Sky, I am prepared to shatter your dreams when I play you in darts!"

"Are you now?" Sky would smirk. "Give it your best shot there, tough guy."

[Confessional Duncan]

"Prepare to watch an expert throw a dart!" Duncan says, holding up a dart in his hand. "This ain't anything new to me. One time I threw a dart at a cat, and it hit its tail!" The punk then laughed at this twisted memory. "Oh it was funny… Until the owner of the cat decided to hit me over the head with a shovel."

[Confessionals End]

"Alright, we'll be basing this on only one single throw." Sky said as she picked up a dart. "You've only got one chance Duncan, so don't blow it."

"Oh believe me, I won't." Duncan threw the dart at the board, hitting the 20 point section's outer ring. "Look at that. 20 points! And since I got it in the outer ring, it doubles. Meaning I have 40 points. Good luck now Sky."

"Oh I won't need luck." Sky says confidently. "In fact, let's make this more challenging."

"How exactly are you going to make throwing a dart more challenging?" Amy asked.

Sky would show exactly how she'll make it more challenging by crouching down to place the dart on her shoe.

Lightning raised an eyebrow at this gesture. "What the sha-heck are you doing? There ain't no way you're gonna be able to kick that thing to the dartboard!"

"I know." Sky responded before slowly raising her leg, miraculously being able to balance the dart on her sneaker.

"Holy crap." Anne Maria said, amazed.

"That's insane." Chase remarked.

"Lightning doesn't even think he could do that!" Lightning added.

Sky would flick the dart to the dartboard, and it would hit a bullseye.

"Woah." Duncan uttered.

"What was unreal." Amy expressed her surprise. "And it was amazing!"

"Seriously! That was the coolest thing I've seen in awhile!" Duncan rejoiced.

"Thanks." Sky would dust her hands off. "Well, since you lost that one; I think we all know what happens now."

Duncan would pour himself a drink. "Down the hatch!" He'd then drink.

"Alright, well I think I can take Lightning in Ping Pong here." Chase would challenge the jock.

"Oh, you're sha-on!" Lightning grinned.

"Guess that leaves me and Anne Maria." Amy said.

"You think you could take me in a game of pool?" Anne Maria asked.

"Bring it." Amy gave a competitive smirk.

---

Back at the party, Dave, Dawn, Sammy, and Topher were all sitting down at a table with drinks in front of them.

"So, you've cleaned up your act right?" Sammy would ask Dave.

Dave sighed. "Am I gonna need to tell this to everyone from my season?"

"Well, Max has already been eliminated." Topher reminded him. "So you'll only need to tell 4 people instead of 5."

"Right." Dave rolled his eyes before lifting his drink. "I'm glad that the one I already wasn't going to talk to was eliminated before I had to tell him anything." He'd then take a sip of his drink.

Sammy scowled at Dave's snark. "Well that has proved to me that you haven't changed one bit. You're still the same Dave we saw in Pahkitew Island, that would just judge and insult everyone."

Dave paused drinking, slowly putting his glass down before swallowing. "Sorry. It's just…"

"You don't need to explain anything." Dawn assured him. "After your very poor reception that stemmed from you competing in Pahkitew Island, it must've been really difficult to be seen in public when you knew that most people were silently judging you."

"I swear, I'd call you a smartass had you not been completely right." Dave lamented. "And now, I'm here. Kind of ironic how I'm having this conversation as we're all drinking."

"Ironic? I'd call it appropriate." Topher gave his two cents. "I mean, we've all been here for like 4 days now. Between the challenges, the eliminations, and also our own personal things; we haven't really been able to speak to many people outside of our team. And that would include you I'm sure."

"Well, not entirely. In the first day I spoke to Amy, or more accurately she spoke to me. But in the second day I was pretty much forced to interact with Courtney and Jo." Dave clarified. "After that, it's pretty much just been my team."

"Well, it sounds like you need a few people to talk to." Topher said. "I mean, look at the environment we're in. If you wanna speak your mind then there isn't a more fitting place."

Dave would contemplate his response, chugging down his drink as he did. The man would put his bottle down before taking a deep breath. "Okay. What do you want me to talk about?"

[Confessional Dave]

"And here come the questions about… Her."

[Confessionals End]

"Well, the question I want to know is why did you come back anyways?" Sammy asked.

"Oh." Dave uttered in surprise, as he expected a question about Sky. "That's not a question I was expecting."

"Well, I think it's better if we start with something that isn't about you know what." Sammy remarked before taking a sip of her drink.

"Well, for me it wasn't exactly like I thought too much about it. In fact I didn't even know there was going to be another season until I got an email." Dave would begin his explanation. "One quick question, did the producers of Total Drama ever notify y'all about the season?"

"No." Sammy shook her head. "I just found the advertisements online, and I signed up for the season. I mean, I got an email from the producers saying that they were letting me join, but I never got a personal invitation."

"I did." Dave told them. "My best guess is that after Sky had confirmed she was joining, the producers wanted me back for drama."

"That's also probably why they brought in Max, and Topher. With the way the teams were made, it was pretty much guaranteed that Dave would end up on Sky's team." Dawn pointed out. "Max and Topher are two campers that most people wouldn't want on their team."

"Hey! I'm right here you know?" Topher groused, offended.

"Though I do wonder." Dawn began. "Why did you accept that invitation?"

"I don't even know." Dave claimed. "I guess I just subconsciously wanted to make things right with the public."

"So, all the bad publicity got to you, huh?" Topher understood. "I get it man. The bad publicity I got was some crazy shit. I don't really know why the heck anyone blamed me for trying to take over the show, when they were all clambering for Chris to retire at the time anyways. Seriously, the Total Drama Fans are weird!"

"Tell me about it." Dawn would cringe as she recalled multiple things that her fans had said about her.

"Well, they may be weird, but they're also very judgemental. Sure, I wasn't the greatest person, but do I really deserve to be threatened because of my actions on a reality show?" Dave clenched his fist as he would grit his teeth. "And I can guarantee that even if I right my wrongs, people will still blame me for everything!" He'd slam his fist on the table to emphasize his words. "Let's not pretend I was the only problem."

"I'm not." Dawn stated. "But I'm also not going to pretend that you're perfect right now. As you still have multiple problems."

"And what may those problems be?" Dave questioned.

Dawn took a sip of her drink before answering. "Talk to Bridgette. I'm sure both of you will eventually find it out."

"That's a great way of saying that you won't tell me." Dave rolled his eyes.

"Can't… Not won't." Dawn corrected him.

Dave would look confused about Dawn's choice of words, but Topher would begin speaking again. "Hey, so I have a proposal to make. If all four of us can make it to the merge, then we should form an alliance."

"Why's that?" Dave asked.

"Because we aren't exactly the most social people. Dave, you're on the outs because of what happened in our season. Sammy is meek and anti-social. Dawn creeps everyone out with her aura reading abilities. And as good looking as I am, I'm not really Mr Popular." Topher points out. "But if the four of us can create an alliance in the merge, then that means we can hopefully survive longer. Because unless everyone despises us all, there's no way they'll target us first. There are bigger threats in this game, both strategically and physically."

"You actually make a great point." Dave said. "I'm in."

"Y-Yeah." Sammy stuttered, clearly a bit out of it. "I'm in too."

"And what about you, Dawn?" Topher would turn his head to the moonchild.

"I'll think about it." Dawn would say before getting up out of her chair and leaving.

"I can never understand her thought process." Dave commented before looking back at the other two, noticing Sammy swaying slightly in her chair as her face would have turned red. "Uhh, are you okay Sammy?"

"H-Huh?" Sammy blinked a few times, staring at Dave for a few awkward seconds trying to process his question. "Oh, yes, yes, I am very okay, I'm fine. Yes, I'm alright."

"I don't think you are." Dave said, being able to see that Sammy was tipsy.

"This isn't my therapy session." Sammy told Dave, pointing a finger at him. "And you aren't my-" Sammy cut herself off by shoving the bottle into her mouth, drinking down more alcohol. She'd eventually finish her sentence, by repeating all of it. "This isn't my therapy session. And you aren't my dad."

"She'd drunk." Topher stated the obvious.

"Very drunk." Dave added. "How the hell did this even happen? She's only drunk half of her drink."

"Why don't we ask the bartender." Topher would glare over at the bar. "HEY SCOTT!"

"You can come over here if you want another drink, Topher." Scott grunted.

"What the hell did you put in Sammy's drink?" Topher would ask, much to Scott's confusion.

"Uhh, alcohol. Y'know, the thing she asked for." Scott said as he poured a drink before giving it to Eva.

"Are you sure you didn't accidentally put any hard liquor in there?" Dave asked.

"What, no I didn't. The only person I gave any strong alcohol to is…" Scott paused before slowly turning his head over to the bench where Jo, Brick, and Bridgette were all sitting.

"The heck are you looking at me for?" Jo crossed her arms with a smile, knowing exactly what she did.

"You know why I'm looking at you." Scott growled.

"Topher, can you deal with this situation?" Damien requested.

"Uhh, sure." Topher nodded.

[Confessional Topher]

"I've never had to deal with someone spiking one of my friends' drink, so I don't really know what exactly to do." Topher spoke to the camera. "So, I decided to try and understand the situation more."

[Confessionals End]

Topher would pick up the bottle still half full, and he would proceed to chug the entire thing down.

Dave looked at Topher dumbfounded. "What are you doing?"

Eventually Topher finished the entire bottle, dropping it on the floor after he drank everything out of it. "Oh god… That is… Everything's spinning." Topher would remark before collapsing.

[Confessional Damien]

"That is the single most unhelpful thing he could've done."

[Confessionals End]

Courtney would sigh before helping Sammy up to her feet. "Come on, let's get you both out of here."

"But I don't wanna leave." Sammy pouted.

"Well, you're going to." Courtney told her sternly. "Damien, help me get Topher out of here."

"Right on it." Damien would drag Topher out of the bar.

"Well, that was neat." Jo said as she stood up off the bench. "But I'm gonna go get some sleep so that I can wake up early in the morning."

"Go ahead." Bridgette spat. "After what you did, we don't want you here."

Scott stared daggers at Jo as she walked past the bar area with a smirk on her face, proud with what she's done. "I thought you said you didn't need to play tricks on people."

"I don't." Jo would be quick to tell him. "I just did that because I wanted to." She'd then leave.

Scott's face remained bitter as he watched Jo leave. "Freaking prick."

---

In the guys trailer Harold would be alone, with it being very evident that what happened earlier in the night is still very much on his mind, even as he tried to distract himself with a book.

After many minutes of silence, Harold would eventually hear a knock on the door. "The doors unlocked." Harold called out to whoever was outside the trailer.

The door would open revealing the camper responsible for the knocking.

"And what do you want?" Harold asked.

"That's no way to greet someone." Lauren would be standing right there at the door with her hands clasped together. "But I give you a pass. I know exactly what you've been through."

"No, you don't." Harold asserted as he crossed his arms. "I don't care what anyone has told you, but you weren't there for the elimination ceremony."

"Oh, but I was." Lauren responded.

Harold would look taken aback by Lauren's statement. "What?"

"Since I wasn't able to join the party because nobody would let me, I decided to secretly watch the elimination ceremony from a hiding place." Lauren revealed. "What was it you said? 'Why not just put me on the Bloody Katanas? I think the Missiles deserved to lose two people today. They lost Zee because he failed, and they lost me because they're too blind to see how valuable I am.' Did I get that all correct?" Lauren asked after she had perfectly quoted Harold after he was brought back.

"So, you saw that too?" Harold discerned. "Let me guess, you're gonna try and blackmail me with this?"

"No." Lauren quickly replied. "You just don't seem to have many people who trust you. If you're willing to give me the time of day, then I'll be happy to talk with you. I do recommend accepting this offer, because maybe I'll decide to share a bit of info on the other two voting ceremonies that have happened."

Harold thought about it for a few seconds before answering. "I guess I'll consider it."

"All I needed to hear." Lauren said before leaving.

The camera panned over to Damien and a still drunk Topher, the two of whom had been hiding by the guys trailer, listening in on the conversation.

[Confessional Damien]

"So, Scary Girl has information on the three previous elimination ceremonies? Honestly I shouldn't be too surprised, since this is Scary Girl we're talking about; I wouldn't put it past her to stalk someone." Damien claimed. "But, that means that she has an advantage that the rest of us don't have. And that's knowledge about the drama." The boy would sigh. "Looks like if I want to have the upper hand in terms of strategy, I'm gonna need to work with her. This is gonna be a pain."

[Confessional Topher]

"I miss my mama, she was a sheep, he or she went moo." Topher blabbered before leaning against the wall, inadvertently smacking his face against it. "Yay… Or was I supposed to say 'ow'?"

[Confessionals Harold]

"Lauren of all people shows interest in speaking with me? Well that makes me feel just great." Harold would complain.

[Confessionals End]

---

Switching from the boys trailer to the girls, Jo would be laying in her bed attempting to get a good night's sleep so she could be at 100% during the challenge.

Suddenly the door swung open, and in came an angry bodybuilder marching towards Jo's bed. "What the hell is your problem?"

Jo turned her head to look at the black haired girl. "What are you talking about?"

"You know damn well what I'm talking about!" Eva shouted. "You spiked someone's drink!"

"Okay, and? It's called sabotage, Eva. Now two members of the Loaded Rifles are practically useless for tomorrow's challenge." Jo defended herself. "You're welcome."

"I wasn't thanking you." Eva said coldly. "I don't care what the hell happens in terms of challenges, but what you did was crossing the line!"

Jo sat up so she could look Eva dead in the eyes. "And why the hell do you care so much? Again, it's simple sabotage. It's a game strategy."

"Yeah. A dangerous one, that can cause serious damage!" Eva argued.

"Oh please, as if you're one to talk about 'serious damage' when you're the same girl who once trashed a cabin just because you lost your damn music." Jo would stand up, staring a hole through Eva. "I suggest you shut up. Because I am our team's leader."

"I'd like to see you try to tell me what to do." Eva dared her.

"I don't need to. Because tomorrow you don't have a choice but to listen to me." Jo told her. "Now either get out or go to sleep, because I want to be well rested for the challenge."

"Fine." Eva groaned before leaving.

---

Night would turn to day, and most campers would be outside at the campgrounds.

"So, you guys ready for today's challenge?" Chris asked them all.

"Lightning is more than ready!" Lightning would smirk. "The rest of you guys better prepare yourself before you compare yourself to the Lightning!"

"I wasn't planning on comparing myself to you." Justin said. "After all, you guys are the ones who lost the last challenge."

"In Lightning's defense, we got rid of the guy who cost us that challenge." Lightning pointed out.

"Um, no. I got rid of him." Chris corrected the jock.

Sammy and Topher would both stumble to the campgrounds, bags having formed under their eyes due to them not getting any amount of sleep. "We're here guys." Sammy would say before yawning.

"The alcohol is finally out of our system." Topher informed them. "The bad news is that we had absolutely zero hours of sleep last night."

"Well you two are clearly going to be no help in this challenge." Scott would turn his glare over to Jo. "Thanks a lot, Jo!"

"You're welcome." Jo smirked.

"Well, now that you're all here, I will begin to explain the challenge." Chris began. "This challenge is going to be based on Greek mythology!"

"Seriously? The Nuclear Missiles have a nerd on their team!" Justin complained.

"Contrary to popular belief, I did not go to Greeky Steve's Greek mythology camp." Harold told them.

"Here are the rules. One member from each team will be chosen to fight, meanwhile the other ones are tasked with something different. Every camper aside from the 3 chosen to be fighters, will be hunting for gear that can be found inside treasure chests, scattered all around the island." Chris would hold up three pictures. "The gear in question would be Hermes Shoes." Chris's eyes would pan over to the picture of the 'Hermes Shoes' which were just roller skates with a feather taped to them. "Achilles' Armor." Chris would gesture to the picture of Achilles' Armor, which was just a bunch of pots and pans. "And, Poseidon's Trident." The hots dropped the other two pictures, leaving only the picture of Poseidon's Trident in his hand, which would just be a pitchfork.

"You guys had the budget to get an actual science lab on the island, but not the budget to create decent looking items?" Courtney criticized the show's crappy production.

"Hey, the science lab was expensive okay? Also, I'm having to pay extra thanks to someone destroying it." Chris would side eye Damien after he made his comment.

"So, we get to choose our fighter, correct?" Brick guessed.

"Uhh, no. You don't get to choose your 'fighter'. You get to choose your warrior." Chris corrected him.

"The hell is the difference?" Courtney would ask.

"A warrior has a job to fight, Courtney." Chris elucidated. "Why the heck do I need to explain that? Surely you can't be that braindead."

"Eat dirt." Courtney hissed.

"Lightning, you're up." Sky immediately said.

"Hell no!" Axel screeched. "I'm doing this challenge!"

"Axel, who's physically stronger? You or Lightning?" Sky asked.

"Lightning may be stronger, but I'm more intelligent than he is." Axel pointed out.

Sky rolled her eyes. "Not by a lot."

"Here, how about we all vote on which one does it?" Bridgette suggested.

"Okay." Axel accepted her offer. "All in favor of me, raise your hand."

No one raised their hand.

"Seriously!?"

"All in favor of Lightning, raise your hand." After Lightning's comment, Sky, Dawn, Bridgette, Harold, and Dave would all raise their hands.

"Sha-bam! In your face, Axel!" Lightning mocked the angry survivalist, making her growl at him.

[Confessional Axel]

"Seriously? This team is brain dead if they think Lightning would do better than me!" Axel stood up and got her face closer to the camera. "I was the one who assembled this team! He was only the first choice because I needed him for his skills! I should be the one getting all the praise! Not him!" She would yell into the camera, covering the lens with spittle.

Suddenly the speakers would turn on. "Uhh, didn't you just say that you chose Lightning for his skills? If you should be the one getting all the praise, then why did you pick him?" Chris asked her. "Seems very hypocritical if you ask me. You're a really horrible leader."

Axel's face would contort with rage, as the camera would begin to start shaking with the screen flickering static as the survivalist wouldn't let go of it.

Soon enough Axel let out an angry scream, and the shot would cut to black with the words 'Please Stand By' written across the screen.

[Confessionals End]

"Okay guys, if it's a fight Chris wants, then it's a fight that Chris'll get." Jo began. "And since this challenge will require physical strength, I nominate Eva to do it."

"What did I say about telling me what to do!" Eva yelled at Jo.

"Hey, if you don't wanna beat some people up, then I guess Steven-Mohawkins will do it." Jo would say. "What a shame. And here I thought you'd actually prove yourself to be useful."

"Excuse me?"

"Your biggest strength is your inhuman muscle-power. You could pummel anyone, but whatever. Duncan I'm sure has been in plenty of fights, so if he's the only one that'll do this, then I guess that just proves that you're the most useless member of the team." Jo smirked.

Eva would respond by punching Jo in the face. "OW! Hey, what gives!"

"Do you think I'm the most useless member now? I'm the one competing in this challenge! And there's nothing any of you can do about it!" Eva claimed.

[Confessional Jo]

Jo would hold a hand over her black eye. "Heh, too easy. Eva may be built like a tree, but she's as dumb as a stick. She's like Lightning, except she'll actually fight you."

[Confessionals End]

"Okay, we need to decide which one of us is the strongest." Justin would say. "And I personally believe that to be me."

"You're joking, right?" Damien asked.

"No. I can do this guys. I'm really good at what I do." Justin assured them.

"No the heck you ain't." Courtney spoke up.

"She's right. You're pathetic." Anne Maria told him.

"Big talk coming from you!"

"Hey, at least I'm actually useful." Anne Maria claimed. "My hair can destroy heavy boulders, meanwhile your fist probably can't leave a bruise on anyone if you punched them with all your might."

"Can't believe I'm saying this, but I agree with Anne Maria." Courtney says. "You are quite literally the weakest member of this team."

Justin pointed his thumb at Scott. "Are you forgetting about someone?"

"Hey, at least his strategies can work. And while he isn't that strong, he can actually be intelligent sometimes." Anne Maria argued. "You on the other hand are the dumbest person on this team! Yes I am including Topher when I say that!"

"That's just sad." Damien commented.

"Not to mention, you suck at challenges, and you get flung around by anything that could possibly deal physical harm." Anne Maria pointed out. "I would compare you to a cueball, but you clearly ain't going in any holes."

Justin's eyes widened and his jaw might as well have dropped to the floor. The rest of the team would be equally as stunned from Anne Maria's roast.

[Confessional Damien]

"That might've just been the most brutal thing that's ever happened on this show."

[Confessionals End]

"Screw this crap, I'm doing it." Scott declared.

"Alright, sign him up." Anne Maria said.

"Um… What about Lauren? Isn't she like… The strongest… Or something?" Sammy yawned. "I mean, she's beat up a bear before, hasn't she?"

"Yeah, but if we choose Lauren then she'll probably try and kill all of us." Courtney stated.

Lauren would then get in Courtney's face with a creepy smile. "You are right to fear me."

Courtney would move away from Lauren. "And I already got beat up by Axel and Eva yesterday, so I don't wanna risk getting my bones broken by them today."

"Who's to say that they're even competing?" Justin asked. "For all we know the Sword-guys, or whatever, could've chosen Jo, and the other ones could've chosen Harold."

"First of all, it's the Katana's, and the Missiles. Second of all, if it ain't Axel or Eva, then it's someone stronger than them. So I'm not risking it." Courtney claimed.

Justin would be about to protest but he'd keep his mouth shut.

[Confessional Justin]

"Ugh! I hate it when people make better points than me!"

[Confessionals End]

"Okay, all three teams have chosen their warriors. So now, I will explain the parts of the challenge that I omitted from my initial explanation." Chris said.

Courtney rolled her eyes. "Of course he hid information from us."

"As I've already said, every member of the team who wasn't picked as a warrior has to travel around the island, looking for gear inside a chest. And that gear is not to protect you all from your fellow campers." Chris revealed. "It's to protect you from the three monsters."

Scott's face would immediately go pale after hearing Chris's explanation. "You wouldn't."

"Oh, I would." Chris smirked.

Fang would arrive, having two other fake shark heads taped to him, making it appear as him having three heads.

"I thought you said these challenges wouldn't be dangerous?" Brick pointed out.

"I said they wouldn't be overkill." Chris denounced. "Anyways, allow me to introduce you to Cerberus! Also known as the Hound of Hades. The King of the Underworld, truly the most evil king of them all."

"Okay! Hold on a minute!" Chase stopped Chris. "Let me stop you right there, because I'm here to tell you that Hades is not evil!"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Chris asked. "Of course he's evil!"

"Well, it looks like I'm being a teacher today." Chase commented.

[Confessional Chris]

"Okay, so Chase decided to blabber about how I was wrong, and apparently he had 'proof' or whatever." Chris said. "It was long, and it was boring, and also I'm never wrong. So we're just gonna cut it from the episode, to save all of you precious time."

[Confessionals End]

"And with all that being said, it's quite ironic how the God of the dead is the most reasonable of all the gods, and most of all, actually loyal to his wife unlike Zeus." Chase finished his ranting.

"Ya done?" Chris asked as he looked over at the rest of the campers. "Because you have literally put Sammy and Topher to sleep."

Sure enough, both Sammy and Topher would be on the ground, passed out from exhaustion and probably boredom.

[Confessional Jo]

"Hm, who knew that Chase was a greek-guy?"

Suddenly a monitor would pop out of the ceiling, startling Jo. The monitor turned on revealing Chase's ex girlfriend Emma. "Is Chase going on another rant about Greek mythology? Well, I am leaving this pre-recorded message so that I can rant about Chase! First of all-"

Jo grabs onto the monitor and she'd smash it onto the ground. "I am not listening to another hour long rant."

[Confessionals End]

"Now, allow me to introduce to you the other two monsters."

Chef would arrive, wearing a bull mask and holding a wooden club. "Here is the Minotaur!" Chris announced.

"And here we have the return of Chef as a hunter." Duncan crossed his arms. "Quite frankly, I'm already sick of this bull-shit."

"And lastly, we have Medusa!" Chris announced, and right after he said that in would come Izzy.

"Oh dear lord." Courtney muttered.

"Hey there everyone! Man, it feels weird being on Total Drama again, like, I haven't been on this show in like 10 years." Izzy said.

"Uhh, it's only been 4 years." Chris clarified.

"Here's the thing Chris, 4 years is basically 10 years when you have super speed. Which I do. Yeah, I don't really turn it on that often though. Y'know, I like to give the rest of these mortals a chance, against a God." Izzy rambled. "That sentence is actually quite ironic because I'm portraying a goddess."

"Medusa isn't a Goddess." Chase corrected her.

"Oh, that explains why she has snakes on her head."

"Anyways, here are the rules. Each of these warriors will have to fight these beasts… And Fang. And your fellow campers will have to get gear for you to fight them. Don't worry, because they'll have 15 minutes until these ferocious freaks are let loose." Chris explained.

"After the 15 minutes are up, do we need to hunt them down ourselves?" Eva asks.

"No. After the 15 minutes are up, you may do whatever you want for that period of time until you are ready to fight the creatures." Chris told them. "Now, Fang, Chef, and Izzy are allowed to hunt you down, so you better be prepared."

"I thought you said we wouldn't have to hunt them down. But if they're hunting us, then won't we need to find them?" Lightning questioned.

"That's where the Chrisiseum comes into play."

"What Chris-what?" Bridgette replied, confused.

"The Chrisiseum. It's where Cameron and Lightning fought each other in the finale of Revenge Of The Island." Damien said.

"Correct you are, Damien. All you need to do is head towards the Chrisiseum, and you'll find me waiting there. You may ask me to summon your assigned monster, and then I'll bring them there to fight you." Chris explained. "However, once you fight them in the Chrisiseum, then you cannot leave. You either win, or you give up by calling 'Zeus' before they knock your ass out."

"Wait, d-d-did you say assigned monster?" Scott trembled in fear, foreseeing exactly who Chris was gonna make him fight.

"Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that Eva is only allowed to fight Izzy. Lightning is only allowed to fight Chef. And Scott is only allowed to fight Fang." Chris smirked.

"I WOULD LIKE TO SWAP OUT!" Scott yelled in terror.

"Too bad, you can't. The team chose you, and now they're stuck with their poor decision." Chris laughed.

"Oh, this isn't fair!" Scott screamed.

"Quit acting like a baby Scott, it's just a shark!" Courtney scolded him.

"Uhh, just a shark?" Damien repeated. "Do you not know how dangerous a normal shark is? Let alone a mutant one?! I don't blame Scott for freaking out!"

"Anyways, with that out the way. Your 15 minutes starts… Now!" Chris blows an air horn.

[Confessional Scott]

"I freaking hate this show."

[Confessionals End]

---

Duncan and Chase would both be walking around the island, searching for the equipment for Eva.

"So, let me get this straight. You have an ex-girlfriend who was in your season?" Duncan asked.

"Yep. And let me tell you, she was a Total-Drama-Queen." Chase claimed.

"Boy, I know the feeling of dating someone like that." Duncan said. "Just be glad that they aren't in this season. I ain't so lucky."

"Well, Courtney hasn't exactly bothered you that much." Chase pointed out.

"It's only been 5 days. Just you wait, she'll get on my ass about something eventually." Duncan snorted.

"Eh, it seems like she currently has other things to worry about." Chase told him. "Scott being one of them."

"Dude, a season with me, Scott, and Courtney all in it? What are the odds?" Duncan added. "The only thing that'd be more insane is if Gwen and Trent were both here."

"And just like that, you've doomed the merge by giving Chris the idea to bring them in." Chase joked.

"I'm honestly surprised that Gwen isn't in the cast. You'd think Chris would jump at the opportunity to bring her back." Duncan mentioned.

Chase shrugged. "Maybe she's the one who didn't wanna join."

"Knowing Gwen, you are probably right." Duncan agreed.

After a few more minutes of searching, the two of them would come across three treasure chests all lined up in a row in front of a bush.

"Sweet, three of them! We'll win this challenge easily." Chase began to walk over to the three chests, but he came to a stop when Duncan grabbed onto his hoodie.

"Slow your roll dude. Three chests all together? That's a trap just waiting to be set off." Duncan said.

Chase thought about it for a second. "Yeah, you're right. These chests are probably like Pandora's boxes. I don't like Pandora's box, I'm pretty sure it created Emma."

"And since it wants us to think that one of these is the real deal, then that means there's probably one hidden." Duncan walked over to a bush. "Hidden in here." He'd grab a chest out of the bush, opening it, revealing the 'helmet' of Achilles' armor.

"Wow, you know your stuff dude." Chase complimented him.

"When you're a criminal, you kinda have to know your way around traps." Duncan stated.

Suddenly a monitor would pop out of the ground revealing Chris. "Congratulations, you've found a piece of gear. Please bring it to the Chrisiseum, and deposit it into your teams crate." The monitor switched from Chris to the entrance of the Chrisiseum where three crates could be seen, all three of them having the logos of their respective teams for a few seconds, before it retracted back into the ground.

"Well I suppose we now know what to do with this." Chase said.

"Yeah. Let's leave these other three crates, there's probably nothing in them but traps." Duncan would walk off in the direction of the Chrisiseum, with Chase following him.

Soon enough Dawn and Sky would arrive at the area that Duncan and Chase had just left.

"Three in a row? Okay, I'll take it." Sky would begin to walk over to the three chests before being stopped by Dawn.

"Slow down, please." Dawn would walk over to the three chests, opening one of them, revealing the chest piece of Achilles' armor. "The other two are traps. Don't open them."

The monitor once again repeating the same message that it already sent to Duncan and Chase. "Congratulations, you've found a piece of gear. Please bring it to the Chrisiseum, and deposit it into your teams crate."

"Well, what are we waiting for?" Sky said as she picked up the chest piece. "You keep looking for the gear, I'll take this to our crate."

Dawn nodded as Sky ran off with the armor piece.

[Confessional Sky]

"Dawn's aura reading powers are a bit weird to say the least. That being said, I do actually kind of like her."

[Confessional Dawn]

"I know that Sky told me to keep looking for more gear, but there are matters that I must attend to before doing that."

[Confessionals End]

---

Back at the campgrounds, Sammy and Topher would still be asleep, laying in the grass.

Amy arrived at the area, seeing the two of them sleeping, scoffing at the sight. "Lazy good for nothing moron." She'd begin to leave the two alone but then she stops in her tracks, looking over at the two trailers. "Hmm."

Amy walked in the girls trailer, looking around for a chest. Eventually she saw one underneath one of the beds. "Jackpot." The closeted tomboy grabbed the chest, opening it up revealing Poseidon's trident…or more accurately Poseidon's pitchfork. "Ah, it's good to be the queen."

"Congratulations, you've found a piece of gear. Please bring it to the Chrisiseum, and deposit it into your teams crate."

"Before I do that." Amy would set the chest down on her bed before walking out. "Let's see if there's anything in the big strong boys' big strong trailer."

Amy walked into the guys trailer and she quickly found another chest there. "Too easy. This is what we call a big brai-"

Kaboom!

["And that's when the mean sister realized that her big brain sometimes got her into a big sticky wicket."]

The monitor pops in through the hole made in the wall from the explosion. "Wam, bam, thank you ma'am or man for giving me a great laugh!" Chris then laughed to insinuate his point.

"I'll have you know this means war." Amy grumbled before walking out of the boys trailer.

Amy made her way back to the girls trailer so she could retrieve the chest that she found, but when she walked in she found more than just that.

"Greetings Amantha. I've been expecting you." Dawn would be sitting on one of the beds in lotus position, right next to the chest.

"So, you're looking to steal that?" Amy laughed. "Do you think you will be able to get away from me?"

"No." Dawn answered. "I do not wish to steal what you have rightfully earned."

Amy looked confused at Dawn's answer. "Uhh, okay. So, why are you here?"

"Your aura looks troubled."

Amy was taken aback. "What?"

"Unlike in your previous season you are avoiding your sister." Dawn points out. "You want to move on. But you know that you can't."

"That makes no sense!" Amy grunted. "What do you mean I want to move on? I've not seen Samey in over a year until now. I have moved on!"

"Have you?" Dawn asked. "Because deep down, you still have those thoughts. You still feel the need to prove that you're in control."

"I don't need to prove that I'm the one in control, everyone should know that I am." Amy claimed.

"But you aren't anymore." Dawn told her. "And that's why you aren't the same person you were last season."

"What are you implying?"

"You've changed your look and even a bit of your attitude. Because Sammy has become her own person, and that frightens you." Dawn stated. "You're afraid of being forgotten. Because if you were still the same person that you were in Pahkitew Island, then you'd just be lost to time. You used to thrive on the way people respond to you, but you can't do anything when there is no response by no one."

"Okay, what is your point?" Amy asks.

"My point is you need therapy." Dawn said.

Amy glared at Dawn. "I need no one. Now let me take the damn treasure chest, and let me leave!"

"Very well." Dawn stood up and left.

[Confessional Dawn]

"Hopefully Amy realizes that the path she is about to go on will only result in misery for the rest of her life." Dawn says. "If she's smart, she will ask for my help."

[Confessionals End]

---

Eva would be leaning on a tree, fidgeting with her necklace as she waited for the 15 minutes to be over.

"Hey Eva!" A voice would call out to her.

"Izzy, your 15 minutes isn't over." Eva said.

"Oh, I know. I just came here to talk to you. Y'know, like good friends do." Izzy claimed.

"Izzy, we're not friends." Eva told her.

"Of course we are Evie! Remember team E-Scope?" Izzy reminds her.

"Yes, I remember."

"Well it's a good thing you do, because it's one of the only memorable things you ever did on this show." Izzy states.

"Gee, thanks." Eva sarcastically thanked her.

"But that's okay. Because now you have the chance to prove that you aren't just a meathead. So far though, I don't think you've been doing a good job." Izzy says. "Word of advice, be nice to someone."

Eva rolled her eyes. "Right, I'll keep that in mind."

"Glad I could help, my angry-angry-friend." Izzy then noticed Eva's necklace. "Hey, is that new?" She would then take it off of Eva. "This little shiny thing looks nice!"

"Give me that back!" Eva snatches it away from Izzy.

"Hey, what gives?"

Eva puts her necklace back around her neck. "No one touches my necklace."

"Oh, is it special to you? Please, tell me more about it!" Izzy requests.

"I'll only tell someone when they earn the right to know." Eva says before walking away.

"That's fine. Because I can read minds!" Izzy would then look straight into the camera. "That's right! I can read all of your minds! And no, I am not an evil genius!"

[Confessional Izzy]

"Okay, maybe that's a lie. Or at least half of a lie. Because I'm not evil, but I am a genius." Izzy giggles. "I love being a genius, but I don't like being evil. Good thing I'm not."

[Confessionals End]

---

Chase and Duncan would both be searching for another treasure chest as they spoke to each other.

"So, you haven't seen a movie in 4 years?" Chase inquired.

"Nope." Duncan confirmed. "They don't exactly let us watch movies in jail."

"Well we have a VCR on this island. So, whatcha say after this challenge we go ahead and watch a movie together?" Chase suggested.

"I'm down." Duncan replied.

Eventually the two of them would find a chest on top of a tree and Duncan picked up a rock, throwing it at the chest, knocking it down.

"2nd one. We're on a roll!" Chase cheered.

Right as Duncan was about to pick up the chest, a stone was thrown at his face. The delinquent caught it and he looked in the direction from where it was thrown.

"That treasure chest is mine Duncan." Harold said as he approached.

"Harold, I found this chest, and I also knocked it out of the tree." Duncan pointed out. "I earned it fair and square."

"That doesn't matter to me."

Duncan looked taken aback from Harold's comment. "Uhh, okay. Dude, what the hell happened to you?"

Harold would rip a tree branch off of a tree, hitting it in his hand. "This is payback."

Duncan's expression calmed after Harold clarified things. "Oh, I see. You're still angry about everything, even after all these years."

"I have every right to be angry!" Harold yelled.

"Chase, go off and find more gear." Duncan cracked his knuckles. "I'll deal with this salty-stick-figure."

"Right." Chase nodded before running off.

"So, we're really doing this again, huh?" Duncan asked. "See, i wasn't even planning on tormenting you this time. Maybe I'd make fun of you a bit, quite frankly you make it too easy, but I'll be the first one to say-"

Harold wouldn't let Duncan finish his sentence as he hit him with the stick. The delinquent stumbled back, holding a hand over his bruised face. "You son of a bitch." Duncan's words would be muffled as he kept a hand over his mouth. He'd lower his hand revealing a scratch on his face. "Okay, you asked for it."

---

Anne Maria would be searching for a treasure chest as she was filing her nails, clearly paying more attention to the latter rather than the former.

Unfortunately for her, she was interrupted by a man who constantly got on her nerves.

"Anne Maria, I need you for a moment." Justin said.

"Just tell me what the heck you want so we can get it over with." Anne Maria grumbled.

"I found a chest." Justin told her.

"And?"

"And I need you to get it for me." Justin stated.

Anne Maria rolled her eyes. "Fine, lazy. Show me where it is."

The two of them ran off with Justin leading Anne Maria to a cave. "There it is."

"A cave? Okay, what the hell is inside?" Anne Maria asks.

"Nothing. The treasure chest just requires your metal hair." Justin claimed.

"Of course it does." Anne Maria groaned. "Also, my hair isn't made of metal."

"It might as well be." Justin stated.

Anne Maria rolled her eyes before stomping over into the cave.

[Confessional Justin]

"Wow, what Anne-Idiot." Justin laughed. "Three, two, one."

[Confessional Ends]

Suddenly Justin would hear Anne Maria screaming as she ran out of the cave.

"What's the problem?" Justin questioned.

Anne Maria came to a stop in front of Justin. "Are you crazy! You sent me into a bear cave!"

"You rammed into him like a bull, your iron-hair could've knocked that bear out!" Justin argued.

The bear would run out of its cave, holding the treasure chest as he ran off to find a new hiding spot.

"Well look at that, you made us lose the gear! Can you do anything right?" Justin shamed Anne Maria.

"You're the one who needed help with this crap!" Anne Maria retorts.

"Yeah, and clearly I made the wrong decision by running to you." Justin shouted. "Hell, I probably would've done a better job by myself! I probably could've charmed the fur off that bear!"

"Then why didn't you, huh? Are you just too stupid to remember that you're a hypnotist, or have your looks faded again? 'Cause if you want my opinion, I don't think you ever even had good looks! And you certainly never had a brain!" Anne Maria ranted.

"I'll admit that I may not be the smartest, but remind me again. Who quit the game because they couldn't tell the difference between a real and fake diamond? Who was the one completely oblivious to the fact that their team hated them for being lazy and annoying? Who was the one who continued to fight against some girl, just so she could get with some stupid tanned idiot?" Justin lists off. "I may not have had the best track record, but even in my first season where I got eliminated fourth, I still accomplished more than you did in your season! And in my second season where I made the merge, I manipulated every girl, I blackmailed Gwen, and I got Izzy voted out the second time! Heck, even if my alliance with Courtney failed, I still at least tried! You on the other hand spent the entire time of your season, fighting for a man's soulless love, when that man didn't even love you!"

Anne Maria punched Justin in the face, knocking him down. Justin held a hand over his bruised cheek, looking up at Anne Maria angrily, as she stared back at him. "You've got issues, Anne Maria." Justin told her.

Anne Maria wouldn't respond to Justin's comment, and she would instead walk away. "Where the heck are you going, huh?" Justin called out to her, only for him to be ignored.

"Callous prick." Anne Maria muttered under her breath.

---

"Attention campers! Your 15 minutes are up! The people searching for the gear are still allowed to continue searching for an hour and a half. However, after that each warrior must head to the Chrisiseum, no matter how much gear they have." Chris announced via speaker.

Chris's words didn't seem to leave an impact on Harold and Duncan, who were both still fighting.

Duncan picks up Harold by the throat and he tosses him away. Harold hits the ground with a thud, groaning in pain as he lays on the ground. Bruises would have formed on Harold's body, meanwhile Duncan would merely have small scratches on him. "You're just embarrassing yourself Harold. Give it up already."

Harold slammed his fist on the ground, pushing himself up to his feet. "I will not let you ruin my time on this show again."

"I'm not ruining anything! You're doing this to yourself!" Duncan retorted.

Harold wouldn't listen to Duncan's reply and he'd charge at the delinquent, planning on striking him down. Duncan would counter with a punch to the gut, followed up by an elbow to the back of the neck as Harold was hunched over.

Harold fell to his hands and knees, coughing and hacking after the stiff strikes.

"Wow, looks like you're doing quite the number on my most useless teammate, huh?"

"Oh, it's you." Duncan turned to face Axel. "So, what are you? The world's biggest Eva fan? 'Cause to me it seems like you're just Eva 2.0, except you're way less cool."

"And just like that, you have now done the closest thing to damage that you've ever done on this show." Axel fired back.

Duncan looked over at Harold lying on the ground. "Pretty sure I've beaten the piss outta him." He looked back over at Axel. "And despite going down like a bitch, I think he put up a bigger fight than you would if you fought me."

"Well, I don't care enough to put that theory to the test." Axel said. "Let's make this easy. You're either going to give me that chest, or you won't like what happens."

"And what exactly will happen?"

"Let's just say my license to kill doesn't expire for a while." Axel smirked.

"Oh, is this really happening? Because I seriously hope that this is happening!" Duncan chortled.

"Trust me, you don't want any of what I am right now." Axel stated. "So come on, bring your 6 foot torso, and your 2 inch legs, and throw some punches. I'll either be feeling oblivion or disappointment. So go ahead and flip that coin."

"Honestly, this battle of words is the most challenging challenge this show has had so far." Duncan said.

A monitor pops out of the ground, turning on revealing Chris. "I'm sorry, but did you just-" Duncan punches the monitor. "Shut up Monitor-McLean."

"Hey Duncan." Axel got his attention.

"What?"

"Give me a four letter word that starts with D and ends with K." Axel requests.

Duncan wouldn't respond for a few seconds. "Why do you want me to spell out my-"

"I meant duck."

Harold would chuck the treasure chest at Duncan's head, knocking the punk out immediately.

["And that's when the delinquent realized that if he can't do the time, then he shouldn't do the crime… Though I can't think of what crime he committed exactly, since he was attacked first."]

"This ain't your game anymore Duncan, this is San Quentin." Harold said.

"Harold." Axel got his attention.

"What?"

Axel would then proceed to kick Harold in the face, knocking him out cold.

["And that's when the geek realized that when you turn your back on a survivalist, she'll get your attention before she sacks you."]

Axel would dust her hands. "Well now that that's over, allow me to claim my well earned prize, that is going to help the dumbest athlete possible."

Axel opened up the treasure chest only to find a speaker.

"And that's when the survivalist realized that she'd been cozened by whoever set the deceptive-devices-of-doom inside this treasure-box." A random country voice would say through the speaker.

"Oh piss off!" Axel picked up the speaker. "I'm gonna donate you a beating!"

"And that's when the survivalist didn't realize that an inanimate object can't feel pain."

Axel smashed the speaker on the ground before stomping on it, crushing the speaker to bits.

"And that's when the speaker realized that the survivalist was now called the can-opener, because she just busted this thing open!" Axel narrated. "Look at me! I am a Herculean-Hera that has hailed from Hades' Hell! Beaming as bright as Helios, and deming as dark as Nyx, I SHALL BE THE NEW GOD ON THIS EARTH!"

[Confessional Axel]

"Okay, sometimes I believe my own hype a little too much."

[Confessionals End]

---

Jo and Brick would both be walking in search of gear. "Isn't this shit stupid?"

"Elaborate." Brick requested.

"The fact that Eva could probably tear Izzy to bits within seconds with just her bare hands, but we're still being made to find gear." Jo complained. "Chris is a moron for making us do this, I just wanna see the damn fight!"

A monitor would pop out of the ground. "Well too bad Jo, because-" Jo punched the monitor. "Shut up Mouthy-Monitor-McLean."

"Jo, I think you just need to relax a little." Brick suggested.

"And I think you need to-"

"I mean, being this intense all the time probably isn't very healthy." Brick stated.

Jo slowly turned her head to Brick. "Did you just cut me off?"

"I think I learned that from you doing it."

"I'm proud of you." Jo told him.

Eventually Jo and Brick noticed a treasure chest on the ground.

"There's one!" Brick pointed out.

"Well go get it, Brick-Head." Jo demanded.

"Sir, yes sir!" Brick ran over to the treasure chest.

Right as the soldier had gotten to the chest, Izzy would pop out of a bush. "Hey there. You want this?" Izzy pointed to the chest.

"Yes ma'am, we would very much appreciate it if-"

Izzy leaped into the air, doing multiple flips before landing right in front of Brick. "Well you're gonna have to get through me first! And believe me when I say that I am going to make you as hard as your name!"

Brick stood there trying to process what Izzy had just said, while Jo was looking on with her eyes widened in shock at what she had just heard.

"And now I present to you, the dance of the rattlesnake!" Izzy would begin to do the rattlesnake dance that she did back in season 1. "Look into my eyes, what do you see?"

"I see a scary ginger that makes me fall to my knees." Brick replied, having already been hypnotized.

"What the hell Soldier-Simp!" Jo yelled. "You freaking failure!"

"Well, my job is done." Izzy said before backflipping into a bush.

["And that's when the soldier realized that when you look at a ginger, she'll steal your soul to make up for the fact that she doesn't have one."]

Jo walked over to the treasure chest, opening it to find a note. "Oh great, I have to read a clue? Where the hell is Bubble-Boy when you need him?" Jo picked up the letter. "Climb to reach the source, you will find it when you think about the north." The jockette read. "Climbing huh? What's there to climb around here?" Jo thought out loud. "Well there's the pole… Wait a minute. 'You will find it when you think about the north' as in the North Pole. Heh, too easy."

[Confessional Jo]

"Anyone who has ever thought I didn't have a brain owes me an apology." Jo claimed with a smirk. "Oh, and anyone who thinks that Brick does have a brain, owes me an explanation."

[Confessional Jo]

After a while of climbing, Jo finally reaches the top of the pole from episode 2's challenge. At the top there would be a note taped onto the pole.

"The heck?" Jo picked up the note and read it out loud. "Congratulations, you have been tricked." Jo dropped the note. "Oh. Oh how funny. Oh that is just. That's just…Great." Jo's left eye would begin twitching.

The scene cut to a wide shot of the island and Jo's loud scream could be heard as the screen shaked. After a few seconds of that a crashing sound could be heard, indicating that Jo had fallen off the pole. "Ow…"

["And that's when the jockette realized that she was about as good at pole climbing as she was at pole dancing."]

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Scott would be behind a tree cowering in fear. "If I stay hidden, then Fang can't get me."

"You're barely hidden, you idiot."

Scott looked in the direction he heard the voice. "What, have you come here to mock me?"

"No, I've come here to talk." Courtney clarified. "Specifically to talk about who to vote for tonight, because let's be honest, we're going to lose."

"Wow, good to know that you have so much faith in me." Scott said coldly.

"Be honest, do you have any faith in yourself?" Courtney questioned.

Scott looked away in annoyance. "The least you could do is approach me with respect."

"I shouldn't need to." Courtney claimed. "Don't try to take the moral high ground."

"Whatever, why are you even talking to me anyway?" Scott asks. "If you want to discuss who to vote for, wouldn't Damien be a better choice?"

"He would be. But you're going to be on the chopping block tonight because of you losing." Courtney said. "Which will happen because of Chris being a sadistic bitch."

A monitor pops out of the ground. "Listen, I-"

"Shut up Mouthy-Monster-Monitor-McLean!" Courtney and Scott said simultaneously.

"You suck. You all suck!" Chris yelled.

"Forget this shit!" Scott would kick the monitor, breaking it. "I'm going to the Chrisiseum."

"Are you crazy? You can't defeat Fang!" Courtney told him.

"I know." Scott admitted. "But I wanna take a swing at it either way."

"Fine then. I'll make sure that this team stays afloat once you get medically evacuated." Courtney walked away, not bothering to follow Scott, as she already knew how this would end. And she didn't want to witness a murder.

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Scott stood in the Chrisiseum, armed with only a 'trident'. Clearly his team did a lousy job finding things. He'll be sure to yell at them for that later.

Fang arrived on the battlefield with his signature evil smile.

"So, you finally showed up toothy." Scott pointed his trident at Fang. "Get ready to lose your head. Probably one of the fake heads attached to you, but I digress."

Fang would look unamused.

"You are the shark that has tormented me for years, and now I will get my revenge!" Scott claimed. "You may be a giant shark, but I am armed with a trident! And today, I will turn you into fish sticks! So be prepared for-" Fang would cut Scott off mid sentence with a punch to the face immediately knocking Scott down.

["And that's when the farmer realized that his pitchfork was about as useless as a house without a roof."]

Scott weakly got to his feet after a few seconds of laying on the ground. "Okay, note to self. Don't monologue."

"Well ain't that the truth."

Scott looked over to see Anne Maria standing there watching. "Oh great, what do you want?"

"I came to spectate." Anne Maria claimed. "Quite frankly I'm not too impressed."

"Good for you, I don't-"

"Because I know you can do better."

Scott was taken aback from Anne Maria's comment. "Excuse me?"

"Dude, you're one of the most iconic players from our season. You were responsible for multiple eliminations, and you successfully found ways to make it through challenges that normally would've been difficult for you." Anne Maria pointed out. "You're as ugly as an ape, and as weak as a lamb, but you're also as crafty as a rat."

Scott's eyes narrowed in annoyance. "Seriously? Was this just another way for you to insult me?"

"Why do you of all people take offense to being called a rat? Hell, your entire team at one point was called The Toxic Rats. And honestly, it was the superior team. And our team is lucky to have you." Anne Maria stated.

"Really?" Scott asked.

"Yeah. Sammy and Topher are useless, Lauren doesn't know the meaning of cooperation, Courtney is the bossiest bitch, and Justin… Don't even get me started on him." Anne Maria listed off. "You, me, and Damien are this teams only hope."

"Do you really believe that?" Scott questioned.

"Yeah. And I believe that you can do this."

Scott smiled, wiping the blood from his mouth. "Alright then. Allow me to kick some shark ass!"

"Oh, one more thing." Anne Maria approached him.

"Uhh, what?"

Anne Maria pulled Scott forward and planted a kiss onto him.

The two pulled away and Scott looked confused as Anne Maria had a smirk on her face.

"Wh-What the heck was that?" Scott wondered as Anne Maria began walking away. "Anne Maria, what the hell, why would you-" Once again Scott's sentence would be cut off as Fang began to beat the crap out of Scott.

Anne Maria left with a smile as she heard the sounds of Fang kicking the crap out of the farmer. "I love it when things go my way."

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Lightning would put on his armor and his hermes' boots. "Lightning's gonna win this challenge! Chef better prepare for his defeat!"

"Sup boy." Chef said, already there.

"Sha-How did you get here so fast?" Lightning asked.

"I teleported." Chef lied.

"Teleportation ain't real." Lightning pointed out.

"Would you like me to make it real?"

Lightning stood still trying to process what he had just said. "How the-" The athlete's sentence would be cut off as Chef hit him in the head with his club, breaking Lightning's helmet. "You son of a sha."

[Confessional Chef]

"You wanna know one thing I find ironic? It's a lot easier to trick Lightning now, despite actually having a brain this time."

[Confessionals End]

"Alright Chef-Boy. Call me the Lightning, because that's my damn name! You wanna know why it's my name? Because I am as strong as lightning!" Lightning bragged.

"Is lightning strong?" Chef asked.

"You better believe that the Lightning is strong! He's way stronger than you, and he's way faster than you!" Lightning gloats. "So now Lightning is about to show the world why he's called Lightning!"

"You literally just explained it." Chef said.

"So get your 1980's ass ready, because Lightning's about to kick it!" Lightning claimed. "Sha-3! Sha-2! Sha-"

"ZEUS!" Scott would yell out, offscreen.

"And Scott has officially called Zeus! And that means the Loaded Rifles have lost!" Chris announced via speaker. "And that means the challenge is off. No more fighting, Lightning and Chef."

"Oh that's stupid!" Lightning said. "Screw you Scott! You just cost Lightning a fight!"

Scott was thrown at the wall, only half conscious. "Shut up, Thunder."

"My name's Lightning!" Lightning would yell.

"Loaded Rifles. You're heading to the elimination ceremony tonight." Chris told them. "You know what to do I'm sure. Discuss who you want to eliminate, and I'll see you all later."

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Damien would be in the mess hall along with Courtney, discussing who to vote for as they ate. "So, who are you gunning for?"

"I don't know." Courtney answered. "Maybe Sammy or Topher? Both of them were asleep for the entire challenge."

"True, but at least they have an excuse for being screw ups." Damien claimed. "Though I don't exactly blame Scott for not being able to defeat Fang."

"Me neither." Courtney agreed.

"Weren't you the one who was telling him to stop being afraid?" Damien asked.

"Do you think I actually meant that? I was just trying to push him." Courtney explained. "Clearly it didn't work."

Anne Maria would arrive and she'd sit down across from the two. "So, our team kinda sucked at this challenge. Didn't we?"

"Yeah. I think all of us kinda take blame for this loss." Damien admitted.

"Sammy and Topher were asleep, Justin did nothing but argue with me, and the rest of you guys were just missing." Anne Maria stated.

"I had no luck finding anything." Damien said. "And as for Lauren, she was too busy tormenting a bear."

"Yep, that checks out." Anne Maria rolled her eyes. "And then there's Scott. Who failed when we needed him the most."

"I don't care. I'm still not voting for him." Courtney told Anne Maria.

"Is that so?" Anne Maria raised an eyebrow. "And why is that?"

Courtney took a few moments to find the correct words to use. "Because he is useful to the team."

Anne Maria would stare blankly at Courtney before finally speaking once more. "I wanna propose something. But don't get excited, it's not marriage."

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"Where is it, where is it, where is it?"

Inside Chris's control room would be Izzy, no longer wearing her medusa costume, instead returning to her regular outfit, while also wearing a dark green jacket.

The ginger would be looking through everything in Chris's control room, in search of something. Eventually Izzy found what she had been looking for. A piece of paper that Izzy would immediately stuff into her jacket pocket. "Well, that puts my job to an end." Izzy then left the control room.

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Dinner came and went, uneventfully. Before they knew it, the Loaded Rifles found themselves at the elimination ceremony.

The fire burned brightly as crickets chirped while Chris McLean set down the tray of only 7 marshmallows. "Loaded Rifles. It took you 5 episodes, and four team challenges, but you're now at the dreaded elimination ceremony."

Each member of the Loaded Rifles looked at each other, either nervously or confidently.

[Voting Confessional Sammy and Topher]

"We were asleep the entire challenge." Topher began.

"But Damien was nice enough to fill us in on what had happened." Sammy added. "So, just judging by the fact that Scott pretty much lost us the challenge, I guess we vote for him."

"Sorry Farmer-Rat. But you're what the production world calls a man who has failed." Topher said.

"Uhh, Topher. I'm pretty sure every world would call Scott a man who has failed." Sammy told him.

[Voting Confessional Justin]

"I don't care who lost us this challenge! I want Anne Maria gone, and I want her gone now!"

[Voting Confessional Anne Maria]

"Oh I feel really good about myself right now."

[Confessionals End]

"I will now begin passing out your marshmallows. If you receive one, you're safe. If you don't, you'll be taking a ride on the boat of losers." Chris once again explained the rules. "And you cannot come back…ever."

From left to right, Lauren's tree stump would be slightly further away from the rest of them, as she would be looking at the tray of marshmallows with a smile. Sammy and Topher both had more neutral expressions, even if they were a bit worried of potentially being voted out for not participating in the challenge. Scott would be looking at the tray with fearful eyes, knowing that a huge target is on his back. Justin would have his arms crossed as he was more angry than anything. Damien was just sitting there waiting for his marshmallow, knowing he wouldn't be going home. Courtney was staring at the marshmallow tray, while taking a few seconds to look over at a scared Scott. And Anne Maria looked at the tray of marshmallows with a smirk, knowing exactly who would and also who wouldn't get one.

"The first one safe is… Damien." He would catch his marshmallow. "Next one goes to… Courtney." She would also catch her marshmallow, her eyes now gazing exclusively at Scott.

"Sammy, Topher, you two are safe." The two of them sighed in relief as they caught their marshmallows.

"As surprisingly as this is, Lauren received not a single vote." Lauren wouldn't catch her marshmallow, instead letting it fly over her head.

Scott, Anne Maria, and Justin all three shot glares toward each other.

"The final two marshmallows go to."

Scott's left eye would begin twitching. He couldn't go out like this. He wouldn't allow it!

Anne Maria's smirk would not leave her face for one second. She knew exactly what was about to happen. She was the mastermind behind this elimination, and she was proud.

Justin stared at Anne Maria. He despised how confident she was. He despised everything she had done in this game. He despised her looks, her strength, her attitude. He despised her. And he would like nothing more than to see her leave.

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"Anne Maria, and Scott." Chris threw both marshmallows toward them.

"What?" Justin uttered.

Anne Maria and Scott both catched their marshmallows. Scott would sigh in relief, while Anne Maria simply ate her marshmallow, already knowing how this ceremony would end.

"Why?" Justin asked. "Why would you vote me out?!"

"Because you sabotaged us, you idiot." Courtney said.

"What are you talking about?" Justin replied, confused.

"You sabotaged Scott during his battle with Fang." Damien commented. "Maybe had you not done that then he would've fared a bit better."

"I have no idea what you are talking about!" Justin claimed.

"Yes you do." Anne Maria told him. "I witnessed it all."

"Huh?"

"Yeah. I saw you get into Scott's head by hyping him up. Only to crush his dreams by using the word rat." Anne Maria lied.

"I didn't do that!" Justin yelled. "Why don't we ask Scott himself?"

Damien turned to Scott. "Scott, did Justin sabotage you? Or was Anne Maria lying?"

Scott looked at Anne Maria, and then back at Justin. A smirk then creeped onto his face, if only for a mere second before he went back to a more neutral expression. "She's telling the truth. Justin did sabotage me."

"WHAT?!" Justin screamed. "You have to be kidding me! That isn't what happened!"

"Quit lying to us." Scott said, coldly. "You shouldn't have done the crime, if you didn't wanna lose the time you had in this game."

"Justin, it's time for you to go." Chris told him.

"Whatever." Justin said before leaving.

"The rest of you are safe… For now."

[Confessional Scott]

"So, Anne Maria sabotaged me so that she could get Justin eliminated?" Scott smirked. "I could use this to my advantage."

[Confessionals End]

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Amy would be sitting on a tree stump outside, wearing a black leather jacket as she was writing in her diary about today. "Who the hell does that stupid aura reader think she is? She doesn't know me." Amy said out loud as she continued to write. "Dear Diary. Yet another uneventful day. Seriously I preferred it when I was voting someone off. At least that way everything wasn't boring. Then again, I suppose the benefit of everything being boring, is that I'm not at risk of being voted off for any reason, so that's a plus. Though there was one weird thing that happened today. That stupid aura reading chick spoke to me. She said something about my aura looking troubled, and I haven't moved on from last season, because I'm apparently afraid of being forgotten, and I need therapy."

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Amy clenched her fist. "Maybe I just won't put that in." Amy would pick up her pencil, about to erase what she had written. But she doesn't.

As Amy looks at her writing she begins thinking. She begins to wonder if Dawn was right. Amy would shake her head, snapping herself out of it, before ripping out the page, crumbling it to bits.

"Attention Campers!" Chris's voice could be heard from the speakers. "Please arrive at the Wawanakwa Pet Cemetery!"

"The hell could he want now?" Amy asked herself before standing up and beginning to make her way to the cemetery.

Eventually everyone arrived at the location Chris had called them to, and they noticed a spooky mansion with the doors both opened.

"Uhh, what the heck is this?" Amy questioned.

"You're about to find out." Chris said to the campers. He would then look right into the camera. "You, however, will have to wait until next time. On Total… Drama… United."

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[Bonus Scene]

The boat of losers would be driving away from Camp Wawanakwa, carrying both Justin and Izzy. The former of whom was crossing his arms with an angry expression. "I mean, seriously? They voted off me? That's stupid! Why would any of them believe Anne Maria? It's Anne Maria! She isn't trustworthy!"

"Well neither are you." Izzy mentioned.

"Shut up." Justin spat.

"Hey, at least you were better in this season then you were in the first one." Izzy mocked the model.

"Whatever." Justin then noticed that Izzy had a paper in her hand. "What are you holding?"

"Oh, it's something I stole from Chris." Izzy smiled.

"Excuse me, you did what?" The boat driver would ask.

"Hm? Oh, I just stole this little paper from Chris's control room." Izzy said.

"Give me that!" The boat driver snatched it from Izzy, taking a look at it. "Why the hell would you need this?"

"I have my reasons." Izzy told him.

Eventually the boat arrived at shore. "Justin, you may now get off." The boat driver told him.

"Good." Justin would step off the boat and he left.

"Izzy, you two."

Izzy wouldn't get off the boat instead she just stared at the boat driver for a few seconds.

"Izzy, I said get off." The boat driver demanded.

"Okay. I'll get off the boat. But can you do me one favor?" Izzy requested.

"What do you want?"

"Film me for a minute?" Izzy demands.

"Uhh, okay." The boat driver picked up a camera, turning it on.

Izzy stepped off the boat. "Follow me." The ginger would begin walking, and the boat driver followed her.

The two of them walked for not even a minute and they would both come across a bridge.

"I'm sure you're wondering exactly why I stole from Chris." Izzy begins. "And let me tell you that it wasn't done out of disrespect, but simply because of the goals I have."

"Goals?" The boat driver repeated.

"Yes. See my goals are quite frankly beyond your understanding." Izzy told them. "Well, actually, they probably are. But truth be told, you don't need to know anything."

"Well one thing that I do need to know is that you won't be stealing from this show ever again. Do you promise that?"

Izzy didn't answer. "You see. I've walked on multiple bridges with many people in the past couple of years. And every time I walked back alone. Do you want me to make this one of those walks?"

"W-W-What?" The driver replied in fear.

Izzy chuckled sinisterly. "I thought so."

The boat driver was now frozen in fear, as Izzy wouldn't even look at him, and instead simply looked down at the waters below. "I could end everything with the snap of my fingers. And your reaction has proved that everyone who works for that show is nothing but scared, frightened children, playing at adulthood. Believing in fictional lies of comfort, as they slave themselves to a man who could care less about their well being. He watches without worry as they get injured, and he is completely complacent in the fact that he pays none of them. So why stand around when you can fight Chris McLean?"

The boat driver would begin to slowly walk away, hoping to escape Izzy.

"Where are you going?" Izzy turned her head to the driver.

The poor man's heart began to hammer in his chest as sweat poured down his face, fear overtaking him from Izzy's stare alone. He would then begin to run away, but immediately he felt Izzy grab the back of his shirt. "Don't bother running away."

"W-W-What do you want?!"

"Your blood all over me." Izzy answered with a sinister smile.

[Static]

["And that's when the boat driver realized that-

CRASH

["And that's when Izzy realized that she just killed the narrator!"]

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Voting Confessionals:

Courtney: Look, I know that trusting Anne Maria isn't exactly the smartest move, but god dammit I'm out of options. I vote for Justin.

Scott: Freaking Anne Maria!

Lauren: I vote for Justin. Anne Maria told me that he thinks I'm the least scary person that's ever been on this show… *The camera glitches out and after a single second, Lauren would be looking directly at the camera* Do I look like the least scary person?

Damien: Look, I don't exactly like Anne Maria that much, but It's not like I'm gonna be sad about losing Justin. And between Justin and Anne Maria, I trust Anne Maria way more than I trust Justin.

Anne Maria (Seen in episode)

Justin (Seen in episode)

Sammy (Seen in episode)

Topher (Seen in episode)

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The Votes

Scott - 2 Votes: (Sammy, Topher.)

Anne Maria - 2 Votes: (Justin, Scott.)

Justin - 4 Votes: (Lauren, Damien, Courtney, Anne Maria.)

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Nuclear Missiles: Axel, Lightning, Sky, Harold, Dawn, Bridgette, Dave.

Loaded Rifles: Topher, Sammy, Damien, Courtney, Scott, Anne Maria, Lauren.

Bloody Katanas: Jo, Brick, Eva, Duncan, Chase, Amy.

Eliminated: Priya. Max. Zee. Justin.

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Reason For Elimination

Oh Justin, what a great character. Well not really in this fanfic unfortunately. I'll be the first to admit that I wasn't a huge fan of how I wrote Justin in these episodes. Originally he was meant to be a red herring antagonist, who was going to be eliminated in episode 7. But that didn't really pan out, and I opted to drop him in this episode. That being said, I do like how I wrote his elimination, but maybe that's just me. Maybe I could've done more with him, but he already planned to be eliminated early anyways, as he was pretty much the only cannon-fodder character on the Loaded Rifles, so by the time I reached this episode I didn't really have enough time to do anything with him. So I pretty much just told myself to rip that bandaid off.

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As I mentioned already in the beginning notes, this chapter was a lot of fun to write for.

I know that the challenge was a bit… I don't know, glossed over? And maybe you're right, but to be fair it is difficult to write a compelling fight with a goddamn shark. Also, for the record I was planning on writing a fight between Lightning and Chef, but I was running out of time, so I couldn't.

Also the elimination was very predictable, but hopefully it makes sense, and is narratively satisfying.

Also Izzy… Yeah, that got pretty dark pretty quickly.

-Did you enjoy the challenge? (If not, blame Ulmar)

-What the hell is Izzy planning?

-And what is the next challenge going to be?

Let me know in your reviews!