Hey there! Welcome back to Isle of Despair! It flusters me to see that my story is slowly but surely gaining a small following! I appreciate it a lot! I hope you all are ready for what's in store today! Because coming at you live… we arrive… at Chapter Five…
The camera flashed open to the docks with the grinning host of the show holding a microphone in his hand.
"Last time on Total! Drama! Island! The campers participated in a good old game of dodgeball!" The camera flashed to Eva throwing balls at the Screaming Gophers.
"The campers weren't surprised to see Eva dominating the game, but they were surprised to see Noah using his clever mind and Cody using his craftiness to score the win to the Screaming Gophers!" The camera flashed to Noah talking to his teammates and Cody throwing his ball at Courtney, getting her out of bounds and his team the victory.
"But that wasn't all that Noah used his cleverness for! He and Justin stole Eva's MP3 player and pinned it on her only friend on the island!" The camera flashed to Noah sneakily placing the shiny piece of tech in DJ's pocket, who was distracted by talking to Justin.
"Once Eva found her MP3 player in his pocket, she went into a frenzy! Breaking her friendship and the animal lover's legs!" The camera switched to Eva kicking DJ's legs. A cracking noise could be heard as she made contact.
"This netted in the brick house's brain being bludgeoned to bits! And Eva being compensated for making such good TV!"
The camera flashed to DJ's indented head. He was lying chest-first at the ground. His two legs had casts covering the lower part. His head was severely damaged by Chris's barbed bat. Small chunks of his brain could be seen lying next to his head and inside his skull. A pool of blood leaked from his exposed head.
"Poor dude! Too bad he won't see his momma anymore!" Chris walked down the dock, holding the microphone to his mouth. "But! Today, who will have talent? And who will lose their balance? Find out right here on Total! Drama Island!"
Theme Song
Eva's eyelids slowly opened to face a lightbulb hanging from the ceiling of a green tent.
The brute felt a slight pain in her legs. She sat up on her bed to look down on her legs.
White bandaged casts covered her shins. The exact same spot she struck DJ. On her left leg in purple marker read Thanks for making good TV! -Chris McLean.
She felt a bit doozy from the pain medications Chef had given her. She surveyed the room and looked around. Medicine cabinets, a sink, and a white refrigerator were located around the room. To her immediate left was a green wheelchair, the same wheelchair DJ used in his final hour alive.
The whole experience felt new to Eva.
For the first time, she was weak and pathetic.
For the first time, she felt scared and felt a small tinge of guilt.
Eva looked again at the medicine cabinet. Two ghostly muscular figures appeared near the medicine cabinets. One was a familiar Jamaican brickhouse floating in the air. The other was a buff Balkan man with the same black hair Eva had. He had a tough look on his strong face with a scar going down his right cheek.
"Was it worth it?" The ghostly Jamaican asked.
"I'm gone now. Because of your anger. I told you to keep down your anger or you'd break somebody's legs. And look where that ended you up. Was it worth it?"
The hallucination of DJ had pure black eyes before gaining a bloody dent in his head.
"Eva. Darling. How could you?" The other scarred figure asked.
"You promised me to be strong. To be the strongest there is. Now look at you."
"You're pathetic now."
Eva's father levitated towards her. His eyes turned into a soulless black before a gunshot wound appeared on his face, splattering blood all over the grassy floor.
Eva felt a surge of guilt, fear, and agony as the two figures fell to the ground by Eva's side, flinching and shaking from their wounds.
The flaps of the tent opened to have a red tracksuit-wearing teammate enter inside, shaky after looking at Eva. Both ghastly figures disappeared from Eva's side.
After making contact with the jock's eyes and returning back to reality she spoke to him.
"Hey, jockstrap. What are you up to here?"
Tyler staggered back a couple of inches, not expecting the girl to be awake.
"Uh. Chef came and told me that I would push you around and stuff. Considering that you're… you know…"
"You don't have to shut up about the fact I'm disabled now like it's the forbidden fruit. Get your clumsy ass over here, put me into the wheelchair, and get me to where I need to go. Just don't drop me or anything. My arms still work perfectly fine."
He shivered a bit with the final words of her sentence. The jock walked over to Eva and picked her up, extremely careful not to drop her. He sat her down in the wheelchair and pushed the chair towards the mess hall.
The tent flaps opened as the two athletes exited the infirmary.
"I'm sorry that you're in this situation." Tyler stuttered with nervousness in his voice.
"This fucking sucks. Chris is an asshole and a coward." Eva looked down at the ground as Tyler wheeled her along the grass.
"It's that arrogant piece of shit's fault that my legs are broken," Eva spoke in a stern voice but her mind thought in a doubtful tone: It's your fault that you are weak.
"He is. It was completely out of left field for him to break your legs like that." Tyler nodded frantically in agreement, not wanting to upset the brute after seeing what her strength was capable of doing the day prior.
Eva brazed her finger along the rim of the wheelchair's wheel as Tyler pushed her towards the mess hall. She tuned out the jock's words as the same thought scurried around her mind like a venomous plague.
It's your fault that you are weak.
A green mohawked awoke from his bed. Finally well rested after he had spent the previous day tired from the Awakeathon and Harold's snoring. He was able to get the perfect amount of rest after the dweeb stopped his snoring from sucking his thumb like an infant.
Duncan rubbed his eyes as he woke up and yawned. He leaped down from his top bunk and saw Geoff below him opening his eyes awake as well.
Two vacant beds were seen across from where the two Bass boys slept.
On the bottom bed, DJ was no longer there. He had his belongings he had brought to the Awakeathon on his bed, as well as a picture of his momma on the nightstand next to it.
On the top bed, Tyler was also vacant for reasons unknown to the delinquent.
"Hey, bro, feeling well rested?" Geoff whispered to the delinquent. He turned around to face the party animal sitting up on his bed and equipping his cowboy hat.
"Yeah, I guess…"
Duncan's mind kept flashing back to DJ being bludgeoned by the barbed baseball bat the previous evening. No matter how hard Duncan tried to force it into the deepest slums of his brain, he felt guilt and fear from the handicapped Jamaican's death.
Duncan's mind snapped back to reality as Geoff stared at him in silence.
"Good thing that the dweeb finally stopped snoring harder than a pig, am I right?"
"It's called a medical condition, GOSH!"
A red-haired nerd woke up from his bunk atop Ezekiel's. The prairie boy was also missing from the room.
"Whatever, dweeb." Duncan rolled his eyes at the dweeb.
"You know, I thought you'd start respecting me at least a bit more after I clutched up the round your strat that nearly lost the round yesterday, but I guess I shouldn't be too hopeful here."
Harold crossed his arms at the delinquent, tired of his teasing antics.
"That's one thing I'll agree with you about, don't be too hopeful about me giving respect to a lanky dweeb. And you shouldn't act so high and mighty about you 'saving the game.' You got lucky. A broken clock is right at least once a day." Duncan turned to face the nerd, growing angrier and angrier with each passing second.
"It's right twice a day, you dumbass," Harold smirked slightly at the delinquent, making the criminal snap. Duncan lunged out at him, only to be held back by Geoff who was now fully awake.
"Woah! Chill, Juvie! Calm down, we're all a bit cranky after yesterday evening, we just need to calm it and breathe, 'kay dudes?" Duncan's fury slowly lessened into a simple scowl. Harold's karate stance slowly backed down as well, he had no fear in his glasses-covered eyes.
Duncan picked up his iconic outfit, kicked the door open, and exited the cabin.
"My guess is that he's a bit off-put by DJ's sudden death. Maybe he's just too scared to show it." Harold said to Geoff.
"Uh, sure man. Just don't push him, man, he's already on edge." Geoff said back to the nerd.
"That's what I said, but he's the one who started it. Anyways it doesn't matter, where are Ezekiel and Tyler?" Harold and Geoff eyed both of the beds.
"Zeke said he's good at waking up early from farm working, I dunno 'bout Tyler though," Geoff replied.
Harold picked out a batch of his clothes before opening the door for Geoff. "Come on, let's go to the bathrooms."
Courtney woke up with restlessness in her eyes. How could this happen? How could this happen?
In one day, two of her strongest team members turned one dead and one disabled.
She had spent the night awake, her mind distracted by how horrible this place was, what should she do next, and what exactly happened the day prior between Eva and DJ.
(Confessional: Courtney)
Courtney sat against a crack on the confessional wall, slowly chipping away the board.
"I'm still so upset about myself for letting my team down yesterday. I was this close to winning!"
Courtney held her fingers slightly apart by a centimeter in display of the closeness of the situation the day prior.
"I'm still suspicious about what happened with Eva and DJ yesterday. No way that two of our strongest teammates coincidentally get neutralized in an hour. I'm smelling fishy business here."
Courtney crossed her arms and glared at the camera.
"But, all I can do is try my best today and lead the team…"
Courtney looked down at the floorboards of the confessional, lost in her thoughts.
Duncan did a good job yesterday with his strategy…
Maybe I'm not fit to lead the my team to victory…
(End Confessional: Courtney)
In the bunk below, Bridgette awoke haunted from seeing two of her fellow teens pass from the nights before.
Her sobbings had severely lowered aftering being at Hell on Earth for a few days. They were greatly decreased from spending time with Geoff.
As stressful as her situation was, she enjoyed having the party animal at her side.
No matter how messy life was on the island, Geoff was always there with a smile and an unkillable happy mood.
(Conefssional: Bridgette)
Bridgette sighed as she looked around the confessional. It was her first time in the smelly outhouse.
"I'm done with weeping all the time. Even though I've seen people… die… it's only gonna become worse over time."
"I can't just lie down and accept my fate! We're down two of our strongest members! I'm in the biggest alliance! I have Geoff by my side! It's just like Eva said: I have to be strong."
(End Confessional: Bridgette)
Across the room, in her own bunk, Sadie awoke, rubbing her eyes before surveying the room.
Eva was absent for obvious reasons. Sadie guessed she was in the infirmary.
Sadie's mind immediately wandered to Katie, she had observed that Katie had become a bit more distant in the past few days, talking to her less and staying more with her team.
(Confessional: Sadie)
Sadie sat down on the confessional, fixing up one of her pigtails before she looked into the camera and spoke.
"I'm not sure if it's just me, but Katie has been a lot more distant lately. Maybe her team doesn't want her to talk with me so much?"
Sadie looked into blank space in thought.
"I still can't believe we aren't on different teams. We do everything together! Chris is a really big meaniehead!"
Sadie crossed her arms, her upset look quickly turned into worry.
"I just need to hope that I fly under the radar, and I'll be home free with Katie! They aren't going to vote me off after all! I- I still have so much to do left in life with Katie! I still have to finish high school go to college and live my life… I can't die yet…"
(End Confessional: Sadie)
Noah exited the boy's side of the Gopher's cabin with Fahrenheit 451 in his hands.
He had woken up early when a woodpecker knocked its beak against a tree by his window.
He wasn't used to waking up this early, he usually stayed in bed until it was just before noon and spent his day reading a book. Noah wasn't good at human interaction and he despised it anyway.
A certain BFFFL sat on a bench right outside the Gopher's cabin, lost in thought, before turning her head right to see the scrawny bookworm exiting the cabin with a book in his hands.
"Good morning, Noah!" Katie said in a cheery voice.
"How's it going, bundle of sunshine?" Noah replied in his monotonous voice.
Katie frowned at his sarcastic comment.
"You don't have to be all negative, you know? It might be nice to at least make some friends before you possibly die."
"Well, A: I have no reason to be happy-go-lucky when we're all gonna die soon. B: I don't care about making friends. And C: I don't plan on dying yet." Noah sat down on the bench beside the prep girl, tying his shoes.
Katie looked at the bookworm with his revelation.
Is Noah really this cold and calculated? Or is it just the stress of the situation?
"Well… Anyways… The reason I waited out here for you was because I wanted to talk about DJ and Eva." Katie sighed.
"Oh great this again," Noah said, done tying his shoes, he got ready to leave before Katie called back at him. He looked back at the prep girl
"Don't leave. I know we have to do some things we may not like to live in this game, but you don't have to act like you don't care about them!" Katie leaned against the armrest of the bench.
Noah rolled his eyes at the skinny BFFFL. "Sunshine, it's not that I don't feel sorry for DJ and Eva, it's just that it's better for it to be them than us."
Katie stood up from the bench. "That's not what I'm saying. From the look on your face, it seems as if you don't care for them at all!"
"Look, sunshine, getting attached to someone here is a one-way ticket to getting yourself dragged into a deep depression and off of your game. For example, if Sadie were to-"
"Don't you fucking finish that sentence." Katie snapped back, glaring at the bookworm, pointing her right hand at his chest, knowing what the Indian boy was about to say.
"Okay…" Noah looked surprised at Katie's sudden outburst but quickly returned to his monotonous form.
"Well, I'm just saying if you care too much about the people here, you'll get distracted by your emotions. Like… Heather for example."
Katie had a look of confusion on her face.
"Who does Heather care about?"
"Well, she doesn't 'like' anyone besides herself per se. But she easily gets all pissy from Beth, LeShawna, and Gwen. Like yesterday when she got herself worked up from them taunting her."
"I guess Heather does get angry easily. That might come back to bite her later."
The two were interrupted by the aforementioned Queen Bee shrieking from the girl's side of the cabin. Katie peeked in the window with concern. Noah peeked in the window with curiousness.
"Clam it, rich girl, I threw away your clothes because they were on my side of the room." LeShawna rolled her eyes in sassiness at the mean girl.
"YOU FUCKING BITCH! I'LL GET YOU FOR THAT!" Heather threw a tantrum at the ghetto girl.
"If only someone put their clothes on their side like we asked then maybe we wouldn't have thrown them away!" Beth lisped back at Heather. The mean girl glared back at her.
"Oh shut it, pig girl. You wouldn't know good fashion if you had a pretty face worth dressing up in the first place." Heather glared daggers at the short brunette with her doing the same.
Gwen stood up from her bed, filled with anger.
"You have a real ego problem, you know that, you bitch? This place is already miserable enough and you and your tacky shoes make this experience worse tenfold!"
Heather gasped before glaring at the goth. "Shut the fuck up, weird goth girl. I could say the same about you, but it won't matter in four months when you're six feet under and I am back home with my mom and dad, well and alive."
Lindsay was crying in the top bunk, the same she, Katie, and Beth had hidden from the cockroach. She was confused and scared from all the yelling.
"Why are we all yelling?" She whimpered.
"Shut up!" All four of the girls yelled at the dumb blonde, sick of her useless and dumb antics.
Lindsay curled up harder on her top bed before jumping off and running out the door, weeping along the way.
Katie and Noah turned their heads to look at the dumb blonde running out of the room.
The former cringed in awkwardness from the dramatic tension in the girl's cabin, while the latter smirked in amusement from the girl's pettily fighting.
"So this is what you have to deal with every morning?" Noah smirked at Katie.
"Yeah, I usually just try to ignore it and go to the bathrooms before they have time to start bickering about whatever it is." Katie cringed at the thought of the four gopher girls arguing before the four gopher girls actually continued arguing within the cabin walls.
"Well, bring me here next time these four start their daily catfight. While you may find it annoying, I personally find it kinda amusing." Noah smirked back at the BFFFL.
"How do you not wake up from Heather's shrieks? You can watch their sick fights by yourself."
"Meh. I'm a heavy sleeper."
The loudspeaker screeched before Chef announced through them.
"Maggots! Pretty boy wants all nineteen of you to scurry your sorry asses to the mess hall in twenty minutes! Y'all know the consequences!"
Noah turned back at the skinny bestie.
"You think that these four will get there in twenty minutes. Much less heard the announcement with all their bickering?" Noah smirked.
Katie chuckled a small laugh. "Yeah. They're surprisingly good at scheduling their arguments."
The camera flashed to the mess hall where all the campers were eating their slop.
Lindsay had made sure to not be late this time after realizing the shiny thing Chris held was not a necklace but instead a Desert Eagle.
Two athletes entered through the doors of the mess hall. All of the Screaming Gophers turned in shock to see the one in a blue tracksuit now in a wheelchair.
(Confessional: Justin)
Justin brushed a comb through his dazzling hair, not looking at the camera.
"Yesterday, Noah whispered to me to find an excuse to talk to me in private. So I… intentionally… got hit by a dodgeball and left the gym."
Justin cringed at the memory of his beautiful face possibly being damaged.
"Anyways, Noah told me his plan to frame DJ and get Eva eliminated. I was surprised today to see that DJ was gone and Eva was still here and in a wheelchair at that!"
Justin put down the comb in his pocket before taking a hand mirror and looking at himself.
"Who knew small ugly people could have such devious ideas? Me, duh! Thinking too hard causes wrinkles, and have you seen Noah's forehead? Not only is it big, but it probably has more wrinkles than my ballsack!
…
I probably shouldn't have said that last part out loud."
Justin had an embarrassed look on his face as the camera confessional turned to static.
(End Confessional: Justin)
"Don't laugh. My arms still work perfectly fine." Eva stated viciously in a neutral tone, making her point loud and clear.
The Gophers remained silent as they watched Tyler wheel her over to Chef before he handed her green eggs and green slices of ham.
Heather was about to make a witty comment before Trent put a hand over her mouth, whispering: "It's not worth it."
The queen bee pulled her face off of Trent's hand before returning to her revolting meal.
The mess hall remained in silence for a minute until Cody finally decided to speak up.
"So uh. I guess you guys voted off DJ? What happened afterward?"
Eva glared at the scrawny tech geek. "We voted off DJ for becoming deadweight. Then Chris decided that I should be 'reprimanded for my actions."
Duncan nodded. "Guess the moral of the story is don't go on a huge freakout here, huh?"
Courtney elbowed the delinquent in the chest, causing him to cough up some of the 'food' Chef had served.
Eva glared at the delinquent. "If I wasn't handicapped in a wheelchair, you wouldn't be making those witty comments, Juvie."
The delinquent had no comment to talk back at the handicapped brute.
"This sucks a lot because now two of our strongest players are down. Chris had no right to interfere with the game!" Courtney slammed her fist on the table in frustration with the last word, still gripping her fork.
"Calm down, princess," Duncan said. "From what we've learned in the past week, in Chris's game, he can do whatever the fuck he wants."
"And that's a point to the criminal!" Chris said through his screeching megaphone as he entered the mess hall.
The Screaming Gophers, who were directly by the host with the most, covered their ears while the Killer Bass flinched at the loud noise.
"Remember kids! On Chris's island, he can do whatever he wants!" Chris stated with a gleeful style.
"More like Chris-pstein Island," Noah whispered with a smirk to Gwen, who let out a small laugh.
Chris heard Noah's whispers and turned to him. "No, I don't do that here. I have some morals, you know."
"What do you mean by 'here'" Lindsay asked as Chris's prime target.
"Uh. Moving on! The daily poster!" Chris frantically pulled out his remote and pushed a shiny red button on it.
DJ's poster turned to static before revealing the red-tinted image. He was lying on the ground with his front facing the blades of grass. His face was facing the side with his exposed brain being caved in from the baseball bat. Bits and chunks of DJ's flesh and brain matter could be seen scattered along the floor. A red pool of blood could be seen spewing out of the wound and DJ's mouth.
Many campers had known what was occurring and turned away to not see DJ's rotting corpse.
Although none of the campers enjoyed seeing their fellow teens dead, they had gotten less anxious with the routine.
"Sicko!" Harold said.
"Yes, yes, mourn your fallen brethren. Anyways! Next challenge!"
The campers turned to face the host, using their hands to block the petrifying posters from their views.
"For today's challenge, we have a good old Total Drama's got talent! Which camper has got talent? Meet me at the amphitheater before the clock reaches nine!"
Chris fired off a blank as the campers scurried away to find the amphitheater.
The camera flashed to a small wooden amphitheater with pink curtains and stage lights.
The Screaming Gophers sat on wooden bleachers to the right of the amphitheater while the Killer Bass sat on wooden bleachers on the left.
In the center of the screen, there was a table with Chef sitting down on a chair with his feet on the table.
Chris appeared on the stage with a winning smile and a microphone in his hands.
"Welcome to our brand new deluxe state-of-the-art outdoor amphitheater! Okay, this week's challenge is a summer camp favorite: a talent contest!"
"Wicked!" Harold pumped his fist in the air.
"Each team will have eight hours to pick their three most talented campers. These three will represent them in the show tonight. And do whatever you kids do these days."
"See! I knew it was a talent contest!" Lindsay said to nobody in particular.
"Anything goes as long as it's legal. We don't want anybody getting hurt on international TV!" Chris pointed his eyes at Duncan who rolled his eyes at the host before snapping his fingers in sarcastic disappointment.
"You'll be judged by our resident talent scout, DJ, VJ, and rap legend: Grand Master Chef!" The camera flashed to Chef who scowled straight at the camera.
"The team that loses will send one camper to the skies above tonight!" Chris walked off the stage, leaving the teams to themselves to choose who would be in the show.
The camera flashed to the Screaming Gophers, where Heather pulled out a whistle from her pockets and blew hard into it, directing all the attention to her.
"Okay, people! I feel as if I should lead this again…"
"Because you did such a good job leading last time." Gwen quipped quickly at the mean girl. Several gophers laughed at her comment.
"Hey, we won didn't we?" Heather said back.
"Yeah, but that was mostly me and Noah," Cody commented.
"Shut it, pervy dickwad." Heather narrowed her eyes at the geek, who was shrouded in fright.
Trent appeared with a muffin in his hand and a guitar case on his back.
"Hey! I snagged an extra muffin from the mess hall. Does anyone want one?"
"I love muffins!" Lindsay said with excitement before Trent tossed one directly into her mouth.
Heather quickly took the opportunity to take a leadership role.
"Trent! You're cool with me leading this project, aren't you?" Heather asked the musician.
"Uh. Sure. Go for it." Trent said with uncertainty as all the Gophers looked his way.
"Perfect! So who here will not audition?" Heather looked around at the gophers, curious about who would drop out.
"I can't do my audition with Sadie!" Katie whined.
"Unless Chef would be impressed with poetry or math, I'm dropping out," Noah stated.
"I'm not auditioning," Gwen said, walking away with her diary in her hand.
"Hey! Where are you going?" Heather asked the goth.
"Anywhere that's not here." Gwen walked away, while Noah and Katie stayed to watch.
(Confessional: Heather)
Heather sat on the confessional with her hands behind her back, obviously holding something.
"I was going to audition with my ballet performance, but Noah told me his scheme with Justin yesterday and that gave me some inspiration! So I needed some extra time to find Gothie's diary!"
Heather held up Gwen's dark blue diary before opening it and skimming the pages, humming.
(End Confessional: Heather)
Heather looked at her three teammates leaving the area. "Well, okay. I'm not auditioning either, so-"
"Hold up. The mall shopping prom queen is leading us… Without any skills of her own?" LeShawna sassily interrupted.
"LeShawna, either back off or show us some skills of your own. Okay?" Heather quickly spoke back at the ghetto girl.
"Oh, I'll show you my skills. It'll blow you away with the craziest dance moves of all time!"
LeShawna rolled up her sleeves before performing the worst dance moves of all time. Her body flailed around like a beach ball on a desert dune. Justin fainted at LeShawna's dancing in disgust. Only Beth and Lindsay cheered for the ghetto girl.
"So! How's that for skills, huh?" LeShawna crossed her arms with confidence at the mean girl.
"LeShawna, I think you killed Justin with your moves." Most of the gophers looked at the model with concern while Cody tried to wake him up. Heather turned her head back at LeShawna.
"You were right about blowing at your performance. Although maybe you could put your blabbering mouth to good use and get us some points if you blew-"
"Hey!" Beth yelled at Queen Bee. "LeShawna's dance moves were great! And you can't talk so much smack when you aren't auditioning at all!"
Heather staggered back before quickly responding to Beth's insults. "Well, excuse me, pig girl, it's called being a leader. Do you have anything impressive at all that surpasses your ugliness bringing down your performance?"
"I do!" Beth smirked at the mean girl. "I can twirl fire batons!"
Many of the gophers looked intrigued at the wannabe. The concept of fire baton twirling sounded impressive.
"Prove it then!" The queen bee said.
(Confessional: Beth)
Beth smiled at the camera, showing off her braces.
"I've been practicing twirling batons! I kinda skipped out on the catching classes, though."
(End Confessional: Beth)
The camera flashed to Courtney claiming her leadership role among the Killer Bass.
"So! Who here has no talents?" Courtney looked around, she sat on top of a wooden stump while the rest of her teammates sat on the stairs of the Bass Cabin.
"I can't do my audition without Katie!" Sadie whined.
"I'm probably not going up," Eva stated, tapping her finger on the rim of the wheel.
"The best thing I can do is carve out a skull on a tree, but that'll take too long," Duncan said before leaning back on the bleachers.
"So everybody else has something they can do?" Courtney looked at her teammates, who all nodded.
"Perfect! Who wants to go first?" Courtney surveyed the crowd.
"Ooh! Ooh! I can do archery, eh!" Ezekiel raised his hand frantically, excited to show off his archery skills.
"Uh, sure. Ask Chris for a lethal weapon, I'm sure he'll give it to you." Courtney said the last part with sarcasm.
"I can get foam-tipped arrows, eh. I'm not as accurate with them, but they're not deadly. Plus I would never kill anyone, eh. Even as cruel as Chris is, murder is a sin." Ezekiel said.
"Sure, Ezekiel, just go ask Chef or Chris to give you a bow and arrow and then you can go on your shooting spree. Who else wants to show off their talent?"
Ezekiel walked away to obtain a bow and arrow as Tyler walked up with a smile on his face.
"Oh, no, no, no, no, no. After seeing you yesterday, you're probably going to end up burning the stage." Courtney crossed her arms at the jock.
"Oh, come on, man! I'll impress you!" The jock pleaded.
"I'm actually with her on this, bro. It's gonna be a bummer if you break something up there with your clumsiness." Geoff said.
"Come on! Please? I've been practicing to be less clumsy! I have wicked strong fingers!" Tyler pleaded more.
"And those wicked strong fingers might end up breaking something. Sorry, Tyler." Bridgette said to the jock who walked back to sit on the cabin stairs.
Harold walked down the stairs, ready to show off his mad skills.
The dweeb took in a deep breath, ready to blow everybody's minds.
"NEXT!" Courtney screamed.
The dweeb sighed in disappointment before returning to sit on the stairs next to Tyler.
The camera flashed to the gophers, where Beth could be seen twirling a baton on fire. Many of the gophers could be seen hiding behind a picnic table flipped on its side.
Beth threw a fire baton into the air. The baton twirled far away from Beth and landed a meter away from Justin, causing the model to faint in fear.
The flames from the baton caused a small smithering divot to form in the ground. Several gophers looked at the small divot before Heather announced her verdict.
"Okay… I don't think Chris would be impressed by an act of arson… You should sit out on this one." Heather said.
Beth sighed. "I guess that's fair."
"Yup! Let's move somewhere without a small hole in the ground, okay?"
The gophers left the scene while Heather grabbed Katie and Noah's arms and brought them close to whisper to them.
"You two. Listen here. I have a plan to throw Gothie under the bus. Go into her cabin and find her diary. Then, give it to me, and I'll look for some dirt in it and show it off. Got it?" Heather looked at both of her alliance members.
"Sure, whatever. If you want to make fun ideas, go for it." Noah said in his monotone voice.
"Uh. Okay? Isn't it kinda wrong to steal her diary though?" Katie asked.
Both of her alliance mates looked at her. Katie, pressured by the two's silencing looks gave in. "Okay, fine. I'll go find her diary."
Katie and Noah both left the scene and entered the girl's cabin.
The camera flashed to Geoff holding a red and yellow skateboard atop a slanted rock. The party animal jumped onto his skateboard and skated down the slope. He jumped over a log suspended in the air with his skateboard going under it. Lastly, he skated up onto a small stump and jumped off his skateboard, landing it in his hands.
The Killer Bass clapped at the blonde's impressive skating trips as Courtney wrote Geoff's name on her notebook.
"Okay! I think we can all agree that Geoff can go for our second act!" Courtney said.
"Suh-weet!" Geoff cheered. "I'm gonna be on TV, this is great!"
The Killer Bass looked confused at each other.
"Geoff. You're already on TV." Bridgette informed the party animal.
"Oh, right." Geoff ran up to the cameraman. His face nearly took up the entire screen.
"Hey there, dudes and dudettes!" Geoff smiled into the camera.
The Killer Bass chuckled at the blonde's joke. With his fun attitude, he lightened up the tension of the island.
Courtney looked down at her list, Geoff had taken the first spot and she had two more spots available.
"Bridgette, you are up next."
The surfer chick nodded before asking the CIT a question. "Do you know if we have to be on the amphitheater to perform?"
Courtney nodded. "Yeah, Chris said that we specifically had to perform there. I'm guessing you wanted to surf?"
Bridgette nodded her head, slightly disappointed that she couldn't surf.
"Well, if I can't surf, I can do a handstand for 20 minutes straight."
The surfer chick flipped upside down, holding herself up by her hands. Her blonde hair blended with the yellow grass as she balanced herself perfectly.
"Woah! Twenty whole minutes is rad, man!" Geoff in particular sounded impressed by Bridgette. "That's more than I can count. And I can count to forty, dude."
Courtney facepalmed. "Forty is bigger than twenty, Geoff."
Geoff looked surprised. "But they both have eight letters!"
Bridgette fell from her handstand and laughed at what she assumed to be a joke from her fellow blonde.
"Bridgette. No offense, but doing a handstand for twenty minutes would be cute if you were a monkey or something."
"Yeah, that's fair. Other than that I don't have much. I can play the kazoo with my nose!"
Courtney rolled her eyes in disgust. "Bridgette. I'm happy that your mood is improving, but… Gross!"
The camera flashed to a musical punk strumming strings on his guitar, causing his gopher teammates to smile.
As he finished up his tune, the gophers clapped, impressed by the musician's performance.
"Wow! Nice tunes, man!" Cody complimented.
LeShawna smiled at the musician's lovely melody.
Heather nodded in impressment. "Good job! I think we all can agree that Trent should go up?"
All members of the Screaming Gophers agreed with Heather.
"Perfect! So who's up next?" Heather looked at the three gophers who hadn't gone yet before a certain tech geek walked up, holding a keyboard.
"Oh great. What are you gonna do?" Heather asked.
Cody remained in silence as he put down his keyboard, closed his eyes, and began playing.
The tech geek played a rapid electric melody, his fingers moved fast as he played an eccentric tune.
The piece accelerated faster and faster. Cody kept his eyes closed, as he epicly closed his song.
The Screaming Gophers held their mouths agape, stunned by the boy's performance before applauding.
Justin fainted again but instead in astonishment at the tech geek's skills.
"Okay! Cody's going up! I don't think anybody will disagree on that!" Heather said.
Cody pumped his fist in the air before packing up his keyboard.
Eva tapped the side of her wheel and sighed as she sat alone by the bleachers. A large BFFFL walked up to the brute before she sat down on the wooden bleachers.
The brute looked up from her wheel and at the BFFFL, alerted by the noise generated by the girl sitting down on the creaking wood.
"Oh… Hey…" Eva said. Her mind was clouded with thoughts about how weak and pathetic she was and now Sadie was here to rub it in.
"Hi!" Sadie said with a gleeful smile. "I came over here because you seemed kinda lonely."
Eva rolled her eyes at the white BFFFL. "Yeah. Being stuck in a wheelchair makes it slow to move around."
"I'm sorry that you're in that thing! It must be horrible!" Sadie said. "It's soooo unfair that Chris put you in there!"
"Yeah, that bastard made my legs hurt a lot." And your fatass is making my ears hurt a lot more. Eva thought that last part in her mind.
Sadie smiled more. "How does it feel to be rolling around everywhere?"
Eva raised her unibrow at Sadie. The larger BFFFL's question triggered something in Eva's mind.
"IT FUCKING SUCKS! All my LIFE I've been the strongest of my class! I've been the strongest of my track team! I've been the strongest in the whole damn family! And now look at me! I'm weak and pathetic! Like you! Like those three stupid fucking Stooges! And I can't… fucking… walk…"
Eva began tearing up in her chair as Sadie was taken aback by the brute's sudden outburst.
Sadie had a flurry of emotions brewing in her mind. She was insulted by Eva. She felt bad for Eva. She didn't know what to do at all. To comfort the brute or change the topic.
"Uh… I don't… What do you mean by I'm weak and pathetic?" Sadie chose to ask Eva a question from her insult out of the million questions she had about the brute.
Eva felt a bit embarrassed for being called out after calling the BFFFL weak and pathetic but mostly wanted to be honest with the girl.
"I mean, have you seen yourself?" Sadie felt more offended by Eva by the second. "I don't want to be rude, but true. You're not exactly the strongest on our team and even the three Stooges can have some wildcard skills at times."
Sadie looked as if her worldview was shattered.
"Wh- What? That's not true! I'm doing well in challenges! Everybody here likes me!"
Sadie slowly grew angrier and angrier.
"Well, I wish I was as oblivious as you, then this situation would be half as bad," Eva commented, she was trying to push away the large bestie so she could be by herself.
The brute's comment succeeded in its objective as the brute watched Sadie storm away in anger.
(Confessional: Sadie)
Sadie crossed her arms and looked angry at the camera.
"I went over there to try to cheer up Eva! I guess I should've known that she gets easily pissed."
Sadie looked at the side of the confessional, diverting her gaze away from the camera.
"I'm not weak… I know my team likes me! They won't eliminate me! They can't… I still have so much more stuff to do in life… With Katie…"
Sadie's face turned to sadness before instantly turning back into frustration with Eva.
"Oh, whatever! I don't care about Eva being a meanie! She's a Jerk with a capital G!"
(End Confessional: Sadie)
The camera quickly flashed to Noah and Katie in the gopher girl's cabin, looking around for Gwen's diary.
Katie was searching through the clothes cabinet, insisting that Noah shouldn't become like Cody.
Inside Katie's mind, she thought This is wrong. We shouldn't be trying to steal Gwen's personal items.
Her mind quickly snapped back to reality as she uncovered the book.
The moral side of her mind told her to put it back under the skirt she found it under. The more determined side of her told her to give it to Noah.
The bookworm looked over at Katie's hands before she got the chance to determine her choices.
"Oh, nice you found it," Noah said, walking over to Katie. The tan bestie flinched back before turning to Noah.
"Are you sure we should take Gwen's diary? This doesn't feel right…"
"Katie. We've been over this. It's for the greater good of our alliance living on."
Katie sighed. "I guess. Let's just get out of here before-"
Gwen entered the cabin, immediately eying the two. Noah quickly hid the diary in one of his large cargo pants pockets.
"Uhh… What are you two doing in here?" Gwen looked at the two weaker gopher members.
"Just talking." Katie quickly lied.
"About?" Gwen raised her eyebrow in suspicion.
"How fucked up Chris and this situation is," Noah added in.
Gwen's skepticism quickly faded away.
"Word. Chris is a huge asshole." Gwen added in.
"How do you think he gets by doing this stuff without, you know, the law applying?" Katie asked.
Gwen shrugged. She hadn't thought much about how it was even possible for all of them to be kidnapped and forced to compete in a game of death, just mostly how cartoonishly sadistic Chris was.
"I don't know at all, and honestly. I don't care. All I know is that the power here is in Chris's hands."
"But he keeps saying that he airs these on international TV. That can't be true at all. Can it? Considering how much swearing and death there is." Katie wondered.
"I've actually thought about that. There's no way he's airing this on TV. He's probably just some rich asshole doing this for the sick fun of it." Noah answered.
"Oh well. It won't matter when we're all dead what happens. Unless I somehow win this, Chris can do whatever he wants with his stupid fucking TV show." Gwen's voice became more and more angrier as she grabbed her swimsuit.
"Now if you would excuse me. I'm going for a swim to cool off."
Gwen exited the cabin as the two skinny gophers sighed in relief.
"That was a close one!" Katie said.
Noah took the diary out of his cargo pocket. "Yep. We better hope Heather makes good use of whatever the hell she wants to with this."
(Confessional: Gwen)
Gwen crossed her arms, raising her eyebrow in suspicion
"Those two were definitely up to something suspicious in there. Noah doesn't seem the kind to just talk to Katie so chummily."
Gwen's mind shifted to Chris and his sadistic show.
"It was a nice conversation though. I guess a part of me should at least wonder more about this show as a concept if I get out of here alive and can sue his ass to the ground."
Gwen slammed her fist into the side of the confessional walls as she said the last word before the camera turned to static.
(End Confessional: Gwen)
The camera flashed to Lindsay, who had finished up giving her cheering performance. The Screaming Gophers applauded her, it was half decent and she misspelled half of the letters for "Screaming Gophers."
LeShawna groaned in annoyance. "Girl, how do you mess up spelling that bad? How have you even passed kindergarten?"
Lindsay shook her head. "Oh, no I don't garden, my gardeners do that for me."
"Well, while we may not appreciate Lindsay's wonderful dancing," Heather said the last part with sarcasm. "Chris will definitely get some sick enjoyment out of her… you know… She can spell out his name or something. It's only five letters."
Beth sighed. "We get what you mean. Just put her on the list."
The camera panned to the right where Trent and Cody were practicing their songs.
Cody was fixing up a piece of his keyboard while Trent tuned the guitar strings.
"Sweet tunes, man! If the circumstances of where we are were different we could've formed a band or something." Cody complimented the musical punk.
"Uh, sure man," Trent said, tuning his guitar strings.
A moment of silence was in the air besides from the occasional guitar string being plucked or key being pressed until Cody broke the silence
"Uh, dude, I wanted to talk to you about something. Mano-y-mano?" Cody said.
"Sure, what's up?"
"You seem like a cool dude who gets all the ladies at home. And here I've seen a couple of them smiling at you." Cody pointed to Lindsay who was waving excessively at the black-haired musician.
"How do you get that?" Cody asked.
Trent sighed. He didn't approve of Cody's perverted ways but he saw a chance here to change it. "If you want to be with a girl. Don't view them as objects, don't be creepy or stalkerish towards them, don't act abnormal, and just be nice to them. It's the basic gist, but it holds up."
Cody thought for a second. "So to get play, I should try harder?"
Trent was tired of Cody. "No dude, just don't act like a pervert, I can tell you've been acting less and less of it over your days here at camp, but you have some cool skills. Your craftiness with dodgeball yesterday and your keyboard skills, eventually you'll get someone."
Cody ignored Trent's advice and pursued. "Well, what about right here, right now? There's a high chance I might kick the bucket within the next few weeks, you know?"
"Just don't be perverted and stalkerish. Imagine if a girl knew everything about you and followed you around everywhere you went?"
Cody sighed with happy thoughts. "That'd be awesome."
Trent rolled his eyes with frustration. "No dude! That sucks! It's not attractive at all and gets annoying quickly."
Cody was taken aback by Trent's sudden frustration. "Bad experience?"
Trent nodded his head.
"I guess I can see where you're coming from a little bit…" Cody was finally cracking up at Trent's message.
The black-haired punk smiled. "Good. Keep that up, man."
(Confessional: Trent)
The black-haired punk strummed his guitar before looking straight into the camera.
"I can tell that Cody has some crafty skills. He doesn't have to act 'cool' or different to get anybody. I hope I can make him see that before he gets the axe."
Trent strummed his guitar again as the camera turned to static."
(End Confesional: Trent)
The camera flashed to Ezekiel shooting foam arrows at a velcro target board, while Eva watched from her wheelchair.
Arrows sharply glided through the air before hitting the red and white velcro. The bow was blue and orange, while the foam arrows had blue ends. They were intended as a safer toy for younger kids.
"Nice shooting, homeschooled." Eva complimented the prairie boy.
"Thanks, eh. I love archery. It's just kind of a shame that these arrows are made of foam. It makes it harder to shoot, eh." Ezekiel grabbed a foam arrow from his quiver, before pulling it back on the bow. He released, and the arrow went flying through the air before it landed just off of the bullseye.
"So close!" Ezekiel sighed, before walking up to the target board to grab his projectiles.
"You better not mess up, bad homeschooled. I still don't plan on dying within the next few weeks, you know!" Eva angrily slammed her fist against her armrest.
Ezekiel sighed once more. Although he didn't spend much time socializing with people on his farm, he could easily read people like a book.
"Eva. Calm down." Ezekiel said in an abnormally calming bumkin voice.
"No, I will NOT calm down! I know for a fact that I will die if we lose! Because now I'm weak… and pathetic…" The brute shrouded away with her last words as Ezekiel sat down on a stump next to the brute.
"Eva, I know how stressed you're feeling right now."
"No, you don't prairie boy. Your legs seem to be working completely fine."
Eva wanted to push away the farmer boy like she did to Sadie earlier in the day and her Bass teammates.
"I understand that you feel weak now. A feeling you've never felt before, as the strongest of all of the people you met." Ezekiel spoke calmly.
Eva was surprised to be confronted suddenly by the prairie boy, he didn't even show fear in his eyes, which was a rare feature for people within a five-meter radius of the muscular girl.
"Careful homeschooled. Remember who you're talking to. You still have to perform on stage tonight." Eva threatened the toque-wearing boy to no avail.
Ezekiel ignored the brute's threat and continued.
"You were the strongest because you're afraid of being looked down upon. Of people not accepting you, so you comfort to your strength and intimidation to push or scare people away, eh."
"I'm not afraid of anything." Eva began to have an agitated glare at the prairie boy.
The homeschooler continued to stand still, not backing away from Eva's threat at all.
"You're right. You don't have to be afraid of anything at all. You can either keep pushing away people who try to help you while worrying about your impending doom. Or. You can try to accept others, no matter how weak or strong they are, and enjoy your final days looking back on your memories, eh."
Eva shrugged. No matter how hard her mind tried to push away the homeschooler, he persisted and his words stuck around her brain.
"When did you become a psychotherapist, homeschooled?" Eva asked.
"A psycho-what now?" Ezekiel asked with confusion." Ezekiel asked.
"Forget I said anything."
The brute looked down at the blades of grass in silence as the homeschooler stepped up on the stump he sat on and continued to shoot arrows.
"Just remember what I said. Eh?"
(Confessional: Ezekiel)
Ezekiel sat lazily on the confessional toilet.
"I can tell Eva wants to be a nice person on the inside. She just doesn't know how and her anger issues intimidate people before they get close, eh. The stress of the island got to her yesterday, I guess."
Ezekiel picked his nose grossly after giving his wise message.
"My Uncle Keith went through the same ordeal, eh. He didn't like people and got angry at them. Then he broke his legs after he insulted a guy at a bar."
Ezekiel flicked the booger at the camera as it went to static.
(End Confessional: Ezekiel)
The camera transitioned from static to an image of two scrawny Gopher members carrying a deep blue diary to a cunning Queen Bee.
"Here's your precious diary. Put good use to it." Noah said with a hint of annoyance in his voice as he threw the diary to the ground by Heather. The queen bee leaned down and picked it up from the ground.
"We almost got caught by Gwen!" Katie whispered loudly.
"Oh boo hoo. I am absolutely sobbing with tears right now." Heather said sarcastically.
"Charming. Make a good scheme with it or something. You insisted that you came up with a good plan after all." Noah whispered to the queen bee.
Heather opened up the pages of the book before examining Gwen's words and life.
(Confessional: Heather)
Heather flipped the pages of the book quickly, looked through the paper, and examined Gwen's life.
"And that's how I got this thing. Too bad that Gothy's life is so boring! There's nothing juicy in here I can use to throw off her game! Ugh!"
Heather growled in annoyance as the camera cut to static.
(End Confessional: Heather)
The loudspeaker screeched before an old rough voice spoke through it. "Maggots! Get your raggedy asses to the amphitheater, stat! That's an order!"
The two teams quickly ran towards the amphitheater as the queen bee ravaged through Gwen's diary with seething anger.
"UGH! How does Gothy do nothing interesting with her fucking life? The most juicy thing is that Gwen isn't even her real name! No secret crushes. No dark secrets. No fucking anything! Fuck this piece of shit book!"
Heather angrily threw the diary into a nearby shrub after deeming it useless.
The book fell through the branches and leaves as Heather ran away from the scene.
As soon as Heather left, a certain tech geek strutted by the scene, noticing the deep blue book lodged in the foliage.
Cody pulled out the book from the shrubs and observed it.
The deep blue diary had Gwen's name on the cover.
Part of Cody wanted to keep the goth's diary to see if it discussed anything about him. However, Trent's words lightly grazed along Cody's mind, telling him that the right thing to do was return the diary to Gwen.
Cody made up his mind before he headed to the amphitheater to give his performance.
The Killer Bass and Screaming Gophers sat on the wooden bleachers as Chef and Chris both sat on the center table. Chef had a backward baseball cap, sunshades, and a golden necklace. Chris had a red beret, sunshades, and a red scarf.
"So campers! Like my new style?" Chris brandished his shiny gun in the air before being barraged by a flurry of fake compliments.
"Can we get this show on the road?" Duncan said, tired of the host's antics.
"Meh, sure. Only brings the time of one of your deaths sooner." Chris shrugged.
"Coming live, from Camp Wawanakwa! Total Drama's Got Talent! For our first camper we have…"
The stage lights turned on, lighting up the stage as Trent walked up on the stage, waving at the audience before sitting down on a stool and getting ready to play his guitar.
"Trent! Let's see what you got!" Chris said.
The musical punk began strumming the guitar to a catchy tune.
I present to you all. The Chris McLean song.
Chris's muscles are super strong.
Chris may be evil, don't get me wrong.
But at least Chris knows his penis is long.
Few of the audience members chuckled at the ego-stroking song as Trent waited for his rating.
"Nice sucking up, Elvis!" Duncan called from the audience.
Chris smiled gleefully at the song. It may have been short, but it rubbed his ego in the right way.
"Nine points to the Gophers!" Chris announced through his megaphone.
The Screaming Gophers applauded the musician, who bowed before exiting the stage.
From backstage, Courtney and Bridgette looked through the curtains of the theater in annoyance.
"What a suckup!" Courtney complained.
"We should have thought of something like that!" Bridgette exclaimed.
The two Bass girls retreated into the backstage area where Geoff held his skateboard, Cody held his keyboard, and Lindsay was in a cheerleading outfit.
Ezekiel had walked by the two Bass girls with a bow and arrow in his hand as an intern put the velcro target on top of the stool Trent had sat on.
Geoff walked over to Bridgette, still curious about her handstanding capabilities.
"Dude, can you really handstand for twenty minutes? That's awesome!"
Cody and Lindsay looked intrigued by Geoff's words.
"Wait really? Can you show us?" Lindsay asked.
Bridgette gave off a smile. "Sure." The surfer chick flipped upside down to stand on her hands while Courtney practiced her violin with her eyes closed.
Bridgette walked around on her hands, trying to balance, not noticing her ankle wrapping around a cord that held up a stage light.
Geoff and Lindsay were too stupid to notice the wire connecting to the surfer's foot, while Cody was distracted by Lindsay's sexy cheerleading outfit.
Suddenly, Bridgette tripped from the wire and fell to the ground. The wire holding up the stage light suddenly fell from the ceiling down to Courtney. Cody noticed in the nick of time to push Courtney out of the way before the stage light landed on the CIT's violin.
The stage light landed directly on the violin, breaking it into several pieces.
(Confessional: Bridgette)
Bridgette sighed at the camera. Her palms were on her face in disappointment at herself.
"Okay. I get a bit clumsy when I'm nervous, and this situation on the island makes me nervous 24/7. I'm sorry about Courtney's violin! I didn't mean too…"
(End Confessional: Bridgette)
Back on stage, Ezekiel was expertly shooting his foam arrows expertly at the velcro targets, nearly hitting the bullseye multiple times. Four arrows surrounded the bullseye.
Suddenly, a loud crash was heard backstage from the falling stage light.
Ezekiel suddenly fumbled his last arrow and it went flying off stage, far from his intended target.
Ezekiel gasped at the sudden noise and his arrow missing far.
Chris spoke through his megaphone, narrowing his eyes but still giving a gleeful smile.
"Well. You did hit the target four out of five times, but that last one missing gives you six points!"
The Killer Bass gave a reluctant cheering, disappointed by the homeschooler's scoring.
"But that's not fair, eh! These arrows are heavy and that loud noise distracted me!"
"Man that sucks dude, but scores are final! Six points!"
The homeschooler walked backstage in disappointment.
Back offstage, Courtney pushed the tech geek off of her. She stood up and dusted herself off before eyeing the broken instrument.
"YOU KILLED MY VIOLIN!" Courtney sobbed as she picked up the broken pieces of wood.
Bridgette felt a surge of guilt before grabbing the broken violin out of Courtney's hands.
"It's alright! I can fix it!"
Bridgette tried jamming the pieces of wood together before the violin crumbled into bunches of tiny pieces.
The other four backstage campers looked in shock at Bridgette before Courtney turned into sobs.
"Don't worry dudes! I'm sure my skateboarding will blow those judge dudes out of the park!" Geoff said.
The party animal flipped his skateboard into the air before jumping onto it. As soon as the skateboard made contact with the ground, Geoff slammed his feet hard onto it, splitting the wooden board in half.
"Uh oh. That's not good." The party animal's optimism instantly halved as he picked up both of his skateboard pieces.
"Well! That sucks for you guys. I'd stay and mourn, but I got a talent contest to win!" Cody left the four backstage campers to perform his keyboard solo.
"I'm so sorry your viola and surfboard broke, Katelyn and Jeff!" Lindsay gave a sincere sad look to the three Bass members.
Courtney ignored the dumb blonde before looking at the surfer chick responsible for costing their team the challenge.
"What do we do now, Bridgette? Break stuff onstage?" Courtney scolded the surfer chick who smiled and shrouded away.
"Hey, lay off, dudette. No reason to be such a downer! It's not like she killed you or anything." Geoff said with a reassuring smile.
"Well, she killed my violin!" Courtney barked back at the blonde boy.
"We can just have someone else go up!" Bridgette said.
"Who? Duncan has no talent. Sadie can't go without her precious Katie. Eva's in a wheelchair. That just leaves…"
"Tyler and Harold?" Bridgette said.
"So who's gonna tell the hosts we forfeit?" Geoff scratched his head with confusion.
"We are not forfeiting! We are gonna win this talent show! Now lets get those stooges onstage!" Courtney reassured with fake confidence. She knew that her team was destined for another elimination ceremony.
Back onstage, the Codemeister had performed his keyboard solo magnificently. The entire audience was stunned by the geek rapidly playing music with his eyes closed.
The geek ended his song with a bang as the audience applauded the geek, who bowed down similarly to Trent.
"Woah! And an amazing performance by the perverted Cody! Who knew how talented that Geek can be!" Chris clapped his hands in genuine impressment before awarding the tech geek ten points.
Cody pumped his fists in the air in happiness as Tyler went onstage with a nervous smile.
Back on the bleachers Courtney, Geoff, and Bridgette sat down as Duncan looked at the trio in confusion. "What the heck happened? Why the hell is Tyler up there?" Duncan whispered to Courtney.
"We had a change of plans because someone broke my violin! And Geoff broke his own skateboard." Courtney glared at the surfer chick, who gave a sheepish smile and wave at the two.
"Are you kidding me! I'm fucked!" Eva said, the Bass ignored her.
"Great. Who's replacing your performance?" Duncan asked the CIT.
"Harold."
"Wow! Our three Stooges must have got talent."
"They better. Or they're all getting an ass whooping before I go down!" Eva said with anger in her voice.
(Confessional: Eva)
Eva sighed, she looked at the lightbulb above before staring at the camera.
"Lets face it. I'm fucked. I'm not ready to die yet… I hate that even the three Stooges are stronger than me! And I'm relying on them if I'm gonna live another day! Why did I have to end up this fucking way! The most I can do is hope they vote off Bridgette for messing up Courtney's act…"
Eva sighed again. Her nerves were at an all-time high- not with anger, but instead with fear.
(End Confessional: Eva)
(Confessional: Courtney)
Courtney sobbed as she cradled her broken violin pieces.
"My violin… Bridgette would be seriously dead if the circumstances were different after breaking my precious violin."
Courtney noticed how wrong that sentence sounded. Especially considering their circumstances.
"I shouldn't say that. Yes, I'm upset. But I shouldn't exaggerate, Geoff's right, it was an accident and I should forgive Bridgette, she is still a strategic alliance member and I shouldn't let a silly accident throw off my game."
Courtney composed herself back to calmness before the confessional camera turned to static.
(End Confessional: Courtney)
The camera cut back to Tyler sweating nervously on stage as he looked at the audience. He silently prayed that his clumsiness wouldn't be his downfall as he gave a wave to the audience.
"Tyler! Let's see what you got" Chris gave off a flashy smile, he was playing with his shiny gun in his hands.
Tyler gave a gulp before putting on a false face of confidence.
(Confessional: Tyler)
Tyler gave a shaky smile to the camera before showing off his hands.
"I have wicked strong fingers, doctors can't explain it! When I was eight years old, I broke the piano. I got into sports after that. I'd thought I'd show off my fingers at the talent contest!"
(End Confessional: Tyler)
An intern came on stage carrying an eighty-pound weight.
"Okay, you guys! Watch this! Three fingers!"
Tyler showed three of his fingers on his right hand. The middle, index, and ring fingers. He put them under the weight before lifting up and curling them.
The audience gasped.
Tyler curled the weight and set it down. He gained more confidence as he didn't fumble the weights.
"Alright! One finger!"
The jock showed off his index finger before putting it under the weight and curling it.
The audience gasped again. Chris gave a loud 'woah,' impressed by the Jock's performance.
Tyler nervously set down the weight. He curled the weight twice without dropping it. He sighed in relief as he raised his hand high in the sky with his pinky finger out.
"Last one! Pinky finger!"
The audience watched Tyler closely as he picked up the eighty-pound weight and curled it.
All eyes were on the jock who was sweating bucketloads.
Unfortunately for Tyler, his sweat got in the way of his finger curls and the weight slipped off of his pinky and directly onto his big toe.
"Gah! My toe!" The jock jumped up and recoiled in pain as the audience winced and Chris gave a sadistic clap and laughter.
"Great job, my man! Unfortunately, your last fumble cost your team two points. But amazing, otherwise! Eight points!"
Tyler gave a nervous smile as he hobbled off stage on one foot with his hands holding up the other one.
Lindsay walked on stage with a huge smile as the audience clapped for Tyler.
"Lindsay! I like the attire!" Chris welcomed the dumb blonde before giving her a sick smirk.
"Thanks! I'm gonna be cheering for you, Chip!" Lindsay smiled. Chris eyed the girl's cleavage, which was slightly revealing from her outfit.
"It's Chris. But I'm excited to be cheered for! Let's see what you got!"
Lindsay held up her pom-poms before jumping up and down.
"C"
"R"
"A"
"P"
"Chip is the best host ever!"
"Chip would be mean never!"
"Chip is cool forever!"
Lindsay gave a gleeful smile as she finished up her cheering performance. The Screaming Gophers facepalmed and Chris had a look of annoyance as he glared at the dumb blonde.
"Look, Lindsay, I'm liking the attire and dance, but you did not just call me Chip and spell my name as 'Crap.' Four points for your lame-o singing." Chris gave a dissatisfied glance at Lindsay before his gaze at her chest brought back a sadistic flash smile.
"Four is, like, the biggest number ever! Thank you, Chip!" Lindsay said with a smile before running offstage with glee.
"Nice going, Lindsiot!" Heather called from the audience.
Beth smacked the Queen Bee on the backside of her head.
"If it was anybody besides Lindsay giving that performance, I guarantee that we'd get no points," Gwen whispered to Trent.
"It's 23-14 for the Screaming Gophers! The Killer Bass need to bring out their most outstanding performance if they don't wanna be on the chopping block! Who's up next?" Chris laid back in his chair, speaking in his iconic gameshow-like voice.
Harold slowly walked up onstage with a small frown. He brought a microphone stand and put it down.
"Harold! Haha! Let's see what you've got?" Chris spoke through his megaphone. The dweeb looked at the microphone, then the audience, then Courtney and Bridgette who were backstage.
"Go for it, Harold! What do we have to lose?" Courtney said the last part with sarcasm.
"We got this in the bag." Gwen confidently whispered to Beth.
Harold took in a deep breath before spitting out.
"That's it?" Courtney whispered to Bridgette. "You've got to be-"
Harold spat again. Then again and again. The dweeb was beatboxing. And he was a good beatboxer at that. His catchy tune spewed from his lips as he added in a 'GOSH!' and a 'What-what.'
The dweeb kept beatboxing not hesitating or stopping at all until he finished his tune with a 'Booyah.'
The audience's mouths were agape.
"Woah," Justin said before fainting on the ground.
Suddenly cheers of astonishment were given from both teams, Chef, and Chris.
Louder cheers were given by Courtney, Bridgette, and a highly grateful Eva.
Harold grinned with pride as he demonstrated his Mad Beatboxing Skillz.
"Amazing shit, dude! Holy crap! I don't think anybody will be shocked when I say 10 points! Which means the Killer Bass win and the Screaming Gophers will have to send somebody to death!" Chris yelled through his megaphone.
The sudden revelation caused most of the gophers' members to stop cheering for the lanky nerd's magnificent performance and look around worryingly.
Heather snarled at Gwen. The queen bee dragged a finger across her neck while Gwen rolled her eyes at her. Noah helped Justin up and told him the news. The model sighed in defeat.
The Killer Bass continued cheering for Harold, especially Eva who was overjoyed to live another day. The Bass all chanted Harold's name, except for Duncan who was only clapping for the dweeb in approvement.
(Confessional: Harold)
Harold smiled gleefully at the camera before giving a fist pump.
"Yes! I finally got to show off my wicked Mad Beatboxing Skillz! I didn't go to Beatboxing Steve's Beatbox Camp, because I was sick from a severe Gummy Worm allergy, but I did self-teach myself to become a wicked beatboxer!"
Harold smiled as the camera turned to static.
(End Confessional: Harold)
The camera flashed forward after the talent contest where most of the Gophers dispersed, knowing one of them would soon perish.
Noah and Katie both lagged back behind with Heather, curious about what schemes the queen bee had made with the diary.
"Hey, Heather. What did you do with Gwen's diary?" Katie asked.
"I threw it away," Heather said casually, not looking up from filing her nails.
"You- You're kidding, right?" Noah asked with skepticism.
"Nope."
"YOU WHAT? DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT WAS TO GET THAT THING? WE ALMOST GOT CAUGHT!" Katie yelled much louder at the Queen Bee. Nobody was around the three gophers to hear Katie's yelling.
"Jeez, calm the fuck down, please. I threw it away because it was useless, she didn't have any blackmail in her diary." Heather spoke smugly.
"Dude? Where's your creativity? You could have framed someone as a thief! Or written something sketchy in her diary to make her look weird! Are you stupid?" Noah insulted the Queen Bee's poor scheming skills before she glared daggers back at him.
"Uh. Shut it, Turkey Legs. I threw it away on purpose… Because she'd become on edge! To throw off her game! Yeah!" Heather said with a fake confident smile. The bookworm could see clearly past Heather's facade.
Noah raised his eyebrow with skepticism. "Yeah. Throw off one of our teammates' performances so they can do poorly at challenges and be more likely to slap your face again. Nice job, honey."
Heather scoffed before walking away. "Whatever."
The camera cuts later to Cody outside holding up Gwen's diary before bumping into Trent.
Trent turned around to congratulate the geek for doing an awesome job at the amphitheater tonight before Trent eyed the goth's book in his hands.
"Hey, Cody. Isn't that Gwen's diary? Dude she's been looking for it this entire afternoon, you should return it to her."
Cody was surprised by the sudden confrontation.
"Yeah, dude I was-"
"Wait, did you steal her diary? That's not cool, man." Trent gave a disapproving look at the tech geek.
"N- No! I didn't! I just saw it lying on the ground! Plus, I was with you the whole day! I was almost always in your sight! I promise!"
Trent shrugged. He did keep a close eye on the Code-meister to make sure he didn't do anything perverted or stupid. It was true that Cody never entered the girl's side of the cabin.
"I guess. Where did you find it anyway?"
"I just found it lying outside in a bush."
Trent raised an eyebrow at the geek.
"Look, Trent. I was gonna keep it after finding it outside, but I remember what you said earlier today and it convinced me to return it to Gwen."
Trent smiled with sincerity. His plan to deafen Cody's perverted ways worked, even if it was just a small bit.
"Good work, Cody. Hey look, there's Gwen over there if you really mean that. I can even vouch for you if she suspects that you stole it."
Trent pointed at the girl's cabin porch where a frustrated Gwen was talking to LeShawna. She was rambling about her disappearing diary.
Cody gulped with nervousness. Sure he did intend to return it to her, but now? And after all of his actions on the island, would they thank him or attack him before he could explain himself as LeShawna did to Heather a few days ago?
Cody reluctantly strutted up cooly to the balcony with the diary in his back pocket as Trent followed him.
"Hey, Gwen! How's it going?" He said in a fake masculine voice before Trent hit him on the back and told him to knock it off.
"Whatchya want, String-Bean?" LeShawna asked as Gwen remained silent. The two Gopher girls gave the tech geek an intimidating look.
Cody gulped before speaking up. "I found this lying outside in a bush!" Cody picked out the diary from his back pocket and showed it off to a stunned Gwen. "I heard you couldn't find it so-"
Gwen swiped away the diary from the geek's hands as he flinched back.
"You! You stole my diary!" Gwen yelled at the geek, standing up out of her chair with anger seething from her.
She was about to call out the geek for how much of a pervert he had been before Trent intervened.
"Woah! Cool it, Gwen! He didn't steal it! I can vouch! I kept my eye on him the whole day!" Trent stood between Cody who was crouching down with his arms in protection while Gwen tried to walk intimidatingly towards the tech geek.
"Really? Pervert just found it in a bush?" LeShawna gave a skeptical look at the punk.
"Yeah! Honest! It was just out there! I didn't even open the book!" Cody put his hands up with honesty as Gwen sat back down in her lawn chair.
"Okay then… If Trent says so… Thanks, I guess…" Gwen looked back through her diary, flipping the pages.
Cody sighed in relief. "No problem! Anytime!"
(Confessional: Cody)
Cody sighed with satisfaction, looking off into blank space.
"I'm glad Trent vouched for me there, who knows how wrong that could've gone! Plus! I totally rocked it today again with my awesome keyboard performance! Maybe I actually have a shot at getting out of here, who knows?"
The camera cut to static.
(End Confessional: Cody)
(Confessional: Trent)
The black-haired punk smiled at the camera.
"I'm glad Cody listened to what I said and returned the diary instead of keeping it and doing who knows what with it."
Trent shuddered at his thoughts as the camera cut to static.
(End Confessional: Trent)
(Confessional: Gwen)
The goth rummaged through her diary looking at her pages.
"Believe me. Just because Cody returned me my diary, does NOT forgive any perverted things he has done. He still could have looked inside."
Gwen closed the book with a loud thud.
"But if Cody didn't take my diary, who did? Or did I really just drop it by accident…"
Gwen was lost in thought as the camera turned to static.
(End Confessional: Gwen)
The camera flashed from daytime to nighttime. The screen was lit up by the campfire flames surrounding the Screaming Gophers.
Chris McLean walked on screen, holding a tray of marshmallows. He flashed his iconic shiny grin to the camera.
"Campers, you all know the deal. Each of you has voted for one fellow teen to be eliminated right here, right now."
The Screaming Gophs looked around at each other, wondering which one of them would depart from Earth.
"If I call your name, you will receive a marshmallow and be safe tonight."
The contestants looked at each other. The flames danced in the center of the screen, teasing each of the campers. Juicy tension filled the air, nobody dared to speak to make the moment last longer. Chris, on the other hand, soaked in the tension and despair in the warm air.
"The first camper receiving a marshmallow tonight is…"
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"Cody."
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Chris smiled at the last two girls who were trembling in their seats.
Heather put on a fake look of confidence but anybody could tell by her sweat and shakiness that she was nervous. She looked back at Beth, LeShawna, and Gwen, who were all giving her a disapproving look.
Lindsay was giving a nervous frown and worried eyes. She was shaking heavily as she kept her eyes fixed on the marshmallow. She began hyperventilating, her breath became faster and faster. She kept her pretty eyes stuck on the marshmallow Chris held up high.
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Heather gave a sly smirk as Lindsay gasped out loud.
"Of course." Heather simply said, chewing down her marshmallow.
"D- Does this mean I have to die? But I'm so pretty! Why?" Lindsay gave worried looks at her teammates who sheepishly looked away from the sobbing dumb blonde.
Chris walked up to Lindsay, tapping her on the shoulder. "That you are. You were my favorite contestant here, after all."
Most of the female gophers gave an annoyed look at the host.
"But- But why? Why do I have to die?" Lindsay's innocent-sounding voice made the gophers feel a surge of guilt for the dumb blonde.
"It'll be alright Lindsay. You won't have to suffer through this anymore." Noah calmly reassured the dumb blonde- an odd and rare act that a certain skinny BFFFL noticed.
"Noah's right, you're going to be okay!" Beth pitched in, giving a bittersweet smile.
Lindsay's face warmed up as her tear-covered face formed a small hopeful smile.
"Oh, shut up. You are going to die Lindsiot for being a complete and utter dumbass. You failed us. So you fail out of here. Capische?" Heather rolled her eyes at her teammate's lack of straightforwardness. Her harsh but truthful words caused her teammates, even her alliancemates, to glare daggers at her.
Lindsay started sobbing woefully again, sitting down on the ground refusing to budge. Chris had to drag the dumb blonde away into a distinct zone far from the Gophers.
The host kneeled next to her and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. Giving her a flashy evil smile which Lindsay falsely interpreted as a good sign.
The host said nothing as he stood back up and pulled a small spherical object out of his right pocket. Many of the contestants identified it immediately and backed away with wide eyes.
Chris took notice of the campers backing away and chuckled devilishly. "Haha! You scared of this little thing?"
The Screaming Gophers remained silent as Chris chucked the small sphere at Linsday, who was sitting down on the ground with tears falling down her face.
"Here, Lindsay! Catch!"
The projectile flew through the air directly into Lindsay's palms. She eyed the yellow small object and grazed the bumpy pattern.
Lindsay sniffled. "I- I like pineapples…"
Lindsay stuffed the pineapple object into her mouth as the Screaming Gophers yelled at her to not do so. Chris chuckled maniacally as Lindsay observed the hard pineapple-pattern object with her tongue as she bit down on the object.
Her eyes turned wide-eyed as she realized her mistake to late.
BOOM
Instantly, Lindsay's head was gone and the chunks of her head blew up in every direction possible.
Pieces of brain matter, her skull, and her hair flew everywhere, landing on the green grass around her corpse.
Chris moved out of the splash zone and held up an umbrella, preventing Lindsay's flesh from raining onto his dazzling smile.
The campers, meanwhile were not outside of the splash zone and screamed as former pieces of Lindsay landed upon them. They were still screaming from Lindsay stupidly consuming the grenade and screamed louder as they became drenched in blood.
Chris laughed a laugh only Satan could screech, as an eyeball landed on Katie, an ear landed in Heather's hair, and a chunk of Lindsay's skull flew perfectly into Gwen's mouth.
The goth vomited out the piece of Lindsay's skull as Justin fainted in shock.
More screams could be heard from the Gophers, who were trying to rub Lindsay's pieces off of them.
Speaking of Lindsay, the dumb blonde was now headless. Her sitting body fell back onto the ground. Her head and neck was completely gone, with just a bony, bloody neck remaining.
If her head was still attached, she would be gazing up at the stars above.
Lindsay's bandana flapped down, seemingly unharmed by the blast. It had no rips or tears on it from the explosion. The blue bandana landed right where Lindsay's head used to be, covering the bloody mess that surrounded her neck.
More campers vomited from Lindsay's gruesome death as Chris folded up his umbrella and laughed sadistically into the camera.
"Lindsay, as it turns out, does NOT have talent! Too bad! She was my favorite contestant after all." Chris gave a wolf's whistle before crossing his arms, giving his umbrella to Chef.
"Well, folks! That's all for now! I'm gonna miss her and her pretty head! But! Who will be come on top next time? And who will go down to the bottom of hell? They might even see me in fifty or so years! Find out next time on Total! Drama! Island!"
The camera fades to black and the episode ends.
Voting Confessionals:
Gwen: "Cody seems like he's having a change of heart… Maybe he realized that being a perverted bastard is gonna land him death too soon. I vote Heather, she's still the biggest bitch here and she didn't even audition in today's challenge."
Trent: "I'm glad that Cody's changing his ways! I'm glad for the little guy! I guess I have to vote now, huh? Uh… I vote for Lindsay, I guess? She did kinda lose us the challenge. Sorry Linds."
Justin: "Jesus! I can't believe I'm about to vote for one of the few pretty girls here, but Lindsay! Sorry! I gotta live!"
Cody: "The Codemeister is getting better with Trento's advice! I might even live! But I have to vote for the beautiful Lindsay… She just did too bad out there today! I'm sorry!"
Noah: "I vote for Lindsay. She's a complete and utter buffoon. She messed up her performance stupidly out there! There's no real reason to keep her around except for Cody's sake, I guess."
Beth: "I don't think Heather's gonna go today because of how Lindsay did out there, but I vote for her! She's a big meanie, and as long as she doesn't try to change her ways, she's going!"
LeShawna: "I vote for the pretty rich girl! Can't these fools see that she's an uptight two-faced backstabbing little bitch ass punk? She ain't even competing in the challenges! She's just bossin' us around!"
Katie: "I'm sorry, Lindsay! But my alliance members are saying I have to do this! You seem nice! If the circumstances were different I wish we could have been friends!"
Heather: "Justin and Noah are saying I have to vote for Lindsay! They say as soon as we have the majority in our team, we can vote off ghetto-girl and her little friends! Ugh! Fine! I vote for Lindsay! That dumbass doesn't know talent…"
Lindsay: "Uhh… Uhh… I- I vote for Heather! She yells way too loud with the other girls!"
Lindsay: (6 Votes): (Heather, Trent, Katie, Justin, Cody, Noah)
Heather: (4 Votes): (Lindsay, LeShawna, Gwen, Beth)
Screaming Gophers: Beth, Trent, Katie, LeShawna, Heather, Gwen, Cody, Noah, Justin
Killer Bass: Sadie, Duncan, Harold, Tyler, Ezekiel, Bridgette, Courtney, Geoff, Eva
24: Owen
23: Izzy
22: DJ
21: Lindsay
Final Words: "I- I like pineapples…"
Finally! I'm so sorry this took longer to come out! Lindsay goes boom today and the drama carries on… This chapter took longer because I'm on a family vacation right now! I'm still so hyped to get more chapters out, though! Who's name will Saint Peter call next time? Find out next time on Isle of Despair!
-Lapizite