The next morning seemed to start off well. No air horns to wake them up, the morning paste was half-way decent, even Chef seemed to be in… well, not a good mood, but at least he wasn't glaring at them.

With everything going so well, they all should have known it wouldn't last.

"Campers!" Chris called, facing both teams as they ate. "The time has come for your most terrifying challenge yet!" he declared.

"Worse than this?" Leshawna said, picking at her food. When Chris nodded, she frowned in concern.

"This challenge is a little something I like to call 'Phobia Factor'. Each of you will prepare to face your worst fears!" he told them. As Heather took a sip of coffee, he said "Heather, you're up at the amphitheater. It's… Sumo time!"

He timed the announcement just as she sipped. And as expected, Heather immediately spat out her coffee in shock. Which, of course, went in front of her and hit Trent.

The guitarist slowly blinked, his expression flat. "Not. Cool. Man," he stated.

Chris chuckled, and continued "Gwen, I'll see you at the beach. With about six feet's worth of sand." That got the goth to gasp.

"Wait," Lindsay said, appearing confused. "How did they know those were your deepest fears?"

The rest of the campers all came to the realization at about the same time, creating a chorus of slaps to the forehead. "Oh, man!" Geoff exclaimed.

"We told them! Last night!" Gwen moaned.

"Oops," Cody muttered.

"But that's like… eavesdropping!" Lindsay protested. And although it was correct, all of them were too preoccupied to remind her that the staff were always listening.

"By the way, Chef? Didn't you have a special order for Tyler today?" Chris asked.

In response, Chef grinned and held up a fryer grate, inside of which was a fried full-body chicken. Although the jock's eyes twitched, since it appeared dead, he was able to grab it. He slowly opened his mouth and bit off the 'head' with a crunch.

A second later, the head of a live chicken emerged in its place, clucking.

While Tyler screamed in absolute terror, Liam's brow furrowed in confusion. 'How did he manage to fry that chicken without killing it? Also…' he thought, before looking at their host. "Would we even be having this challenge if we hadn't said all those things last night?" he asked.

"Nope!" Chris exclaimed, making Liam grimace. "And that's why, after I'm done setting up the other challenges, you and I are taking a ride in my personal chopper!"

The redhead went stiff, eyes opening. "Oh fffff…" he muttered, trailing off with a groan.

The first to start their challenges were Katie and Lindsay, both of whom were given bald caps to wear. Justin was also given one as well as a costume-and-make-up team. By the time they were done with him, the model had been transformed into Quasimodo's tanned, bald brother. A hand mirror was then placed in his hand by Chris, allowing him to spend the entire time reveling in horror at his lack of beauty.

Chef, meanwhile, changed into a stewardess outfit and led Izzy and Owen to a rickety old plane held together with duct tape, making both of them gasp in horror. Those gasps became screams as the plane took to the sky and some of the tape peeled off.

Harold's challenge, however, did not come immediately. Instead, Chris waited until he was using the communal bathroom to strike.

As Harold conducted his business, three interns dressed as ninjas slowly descended from the ceiling. But despite their best efforts to be as stealthy as real ninjas, one of them grunted as they landed on the ground. That distracted the nerd from the comic he was reading, and he looked up.

"Hello?" he asked. When he got no reply, Harold frowned and put away the comic. "If this is some sort of prank, I'm not going to be happy," he warned. Still nothing, so he stood and swung open the door. Then blinked as he stared at three 'ninjas' who had, quite literally, caught him with his pants down.

For a moment, neither side moved, the 'ninjas' ready to draw their fake swords while Harold wasn't moving. Then the moment passed, he exhaled, and the paralysis left him. Reaching down towards his pants, rather than pull them up, he instead pulled a pair of nunchucks from his pocket.

The interns paused and looked at each other. This wasn't in the script.

Then Harold smirked. "You may be my mortal fear, shinobi, but that's why I went to Ninja Steve's Ninja Camp!" he revealed, before spinning the nunchucks around.

As the suddenly-very-intimidated 'ninjas' tried not to move and look like targets, Harold continued to spin the nunchucks. He kept going, faster and faster, even passing them back and forth between his hands-"GAH!" he suddenly yelled, smacking himself on the forehead hard enough to make him see stars. As Harold tried to take a step back, his pants reminded him that they were around his ankles by making him fall, landing headfirst in the thankfully-flushed toilet.

When the nerd didn't get up, one of the interns reached into his outfit for a radio. "Chris?" he said into it. "The ninja guy is out cold."

Chris's voice came through. "Wait. Out cold? As in he saw you and passed out? Aw, man, that is great!" he said.

The intern frowned. "Er… not exactly. He pulled some nunchucks on us, looked like he was about to attack us and, uh, knocked himself out," he explained.

There was a moment of silence, then Chris said "Please tell me you got that on camera."

"Yep. Every second," he replied.

"Then that's even better. As for the challenge, since he was about to hit you… Eh, why not? I'll say that counts," Chris told them.

Once the interns had returned, Chris had one of them dress up a giant spider and began chasing Leshawna. As brave as the 'girl with attitude' was, spiders were where she drew the line, especially giant ones.

As she ran away screaming, Heather facepalmed in exasperation. However, that feeling soon turned to sympathy as she arrived at the amphitheater and found a Sumo wrestler waiting for her.

All Heather had to do was stand her ground as the Sumo charged at her. And despite curling up into a ball as said wrestler ran forward with a loud yell, she did remain on her feet and didn't run. Which unintentionally worked to her advantage, as the Sumo tripped over her and began bouncing away from the stage, ricocheting off various trees and shrubbery as he went.

Confessional Stall - Heather

"There's a reason my life's goal is to conquer Europe and not Asia. Well, several reasons, but one of them is 'No Sumos'," she said frankly.

Bridgette began her challenge—six hours alone in the woods—with confidence. "I've got this. After a night with my team, six hours alone is nothing," she bragged. Then she heard chittering, and looked down to see a chipmunk on the ground.

"AAH!" she screamed, kicking the rodent. They sailed in an arc into the sky and out of the forest. After an unknown amount of flight time, they landed on the beach a short distance away from Chris, Gwen and Trent. Picking itself up, the dazed rodent quickly ran away.

Chris waved his hand to a medium-sized rectangular glass box. "Alright, into the box you go. Once we cover the box in sand, you'll be in there for thirty minutes. If you stay inside that long, you pass," he explained.

Gwen crossed her arms anxiously. "I don't know if I can do this…" she said.

But Trent approached her and placed his hand on her shoulder. "It'll be okay. There's enough air in it for an hour, and you only have to do it for half that," he said comfortingly.

Gwen looked at him, and he gave her a smile that hopefully showed his confidence in her. It must have worked, as she nodded and woodenly climbed into the box.

Chris held up a pair of walkie-talkies. "If you want to bow out of the challenge early, you can use this to let us know," he told them, tossing one to Trent and another to Gwen.

Gwen looked up at Trent. "You promise you'll dig me up if I ask you to?" she said.

Trent nodded. "I promise," he told her, and slid the air hole shut.

As it did, Gwen gave what she hoped were not her last words. "Goodbye, cruel world!" she said. She was thus left to watch as sand slowly covered the box, blocking more and more light until she was left in complete darkness.

After burying Gwen, Chris led Daphne to the boathouse by the docks. She followed with her arms crossed, looking this way and that. "Well, Daphne, I hope you appreciate the work I put into this one," he said, before opening the door and waving for her to enter.

Giving him a distrustful look, Daphne muttered "Might as well…" and stepped inside. The interior was full of various fishing supplies and gear, including several harpoons, fishing rods and crates, and even a bear trap. In the middle of the room, however, was a projector on a stand with a screen against the back wall.

Eyes widening as she realized what was happening, she said "You're going to make me watch Friday the 13th again?" She could do that. Sure, it terrified her as a kid, but now?

Then Chris chuckled. "Not quite. For your challenge, we've had our interns splice together the most terrifying and graphic scenes from thirteen different horror films, with each scene being thirteen minutes and thirteen seconds in length," he said.

As Daphne's expression turned to horror, he continued "All you have to do is watch all of them here, in the boathouse. In the dark." Waving his hand, he said "You may also notice some other details we added, such as the boathouse having only thirteen fishing poles and thirteen crates of supplies, or that the bear trap has only thirteen teeth in it." She did indeed look at each of those details as Chris mentioned them. As he finished, she was petrified and stared at Chris with a look of naked terror. To which he smiled and said "Well, have fun! Feel free to exit early for no points." As he walked out, he slammed the door shut behind him, momentarily leaving Daphne in the dark before the projector started.

Slowly taking a seat on one of the crates, Daphne cleared her throat. "It's decided," she muttered. "If I win, I'm going to buy enough gasoline to set this entire island on fire. With Chris on it," she swore.

Chris and Liam walked to a small clearing in the forest. Sure enough, a small two-person helicopter sat in the middle, making Liam freeze as he laid eyes on it. His expression was wide-awake, as it had been since he was told of his challenge. Now, he appeared genuinely terrified.

'This is happening. It's really happening,' he thought. Not for the first time, he hated the fact that he had this fear, that the sight or even sound of a helicopter caused his pulse to race. It was so damn exploitable that it wasn't even funny. Not to him, at least.

It was funny to Chris, however, who said "Looking to give up, my man?"

The redhead honestly considered it. The teams were 1-1 so far, with Harold's and Heather's successes and Leshawna's failure. He might be able to afford not doing this… then he grimaced. He might but he didn't know... Damn it all. "Let's go," he declared.

Chris grinned with a raised eyebrow. "You sure? No shame, man," he offered.

Liam frowned, more visibly angry than the host had seen him. "Start the damn chopper, McLean," he said shortly, walking towards the co-pilot seat.

As he passed by him, the host shook his head and sighed. "Everyone's so tense today," he said before chuckling. "I love it."

While Chris began to take off with a rapidly breathing Liam next to him, the rest of his team was watching Ezekiel tremble in front of a replica of a subway car on rails. Once he boarded it, the rails would take the car along the tracks of an old mine on the island, simulating the experience of an underground subway ride.

"It's okay, Ezekiel. You can do this!" Courtney called.

But the homeschooler shook his head. "I ain't never seen one of these in real life. I… I thought they were made up for TV," he said. The door to the replica subway car was open, but he didn't take a step forward.

Frowning, Courtney called "It's just one ride along a safe track. Come on!"

"I… I…" he said, looking back and forth between the C.I.T. and the door.

"We're not falling behind the Bass on points. Get on there now!" she shouted.

While some of their teammates gave her disapproving looks, it nonetheless was the whip that cracked Ezekiel into motion. "Alright, eh!" Stepping into the car, he looked back. "I… I'm ready," he said.

While Courtney nodded with a smile, the door slid closed and began to wheel forward, entering the mine.

After the Sumo was recovered and given a boat ride back to the mainland, DJ was up for his own challenge at the amphitheater: To pick up a live snake out of its enclosure. Said snake was the size of an earthworm and just as harmless, but it was nonetheless enough to set the tall teen trembling.

In the bleachers was Geoff, who called "You can do it, man! I know it!"

But DJ continued to shake, not approaching the snake or its enclosure. The tiny reptile turned to DJ, looked him in the eye… and blinked. He gave a small shout and curled into a ball. "It blinked!" he cried.

"Oh, I blink when I like something!" Lindsay said. "Maybe it likes you, too!"

Leshawna gave her 'ally' a befuddled look before shrugging. Looking towards DJ, she frowned and said "That thing is the size of your finger, DJ. It can't hurt you!"

DJ shook his head. "Yeah, but it's still so slimy, scaly…!" he said.

Leshawna and Heather, who were seated next to each other, both rolled their eyes. "Then you can wash your hands afterwards. Now we need this point, so do it!" Heather said viciously.

DJ was silent. Slowly taking a deep breath, he exhaled and put one foot forward. Then another, then another until he was standing before the enclosure. Leaning forward, he placed his finger in front of the snake before looking away. A moment later, he tensed as he felt the snake begin to coil around it. Not enough to hurt but enough to not fall. When he pulled his arm back a microsecond later, the feeling didn't abate. And opening his eyes, he saw the snake was still there.

DJ smiled as his teammates cheered at him. In fact, he could have sworn the snake smiled at him too.

Seeking a distraction from her buried state, Gwen turned around her radio. "Trent?"

"What's up? Need me to dig you out?" Trent immediately replied.

Gwen shook her head before remembering that he couldn't see it. "No, not yet. But I did want you to tell me a story, if you could."

Trent hummed. "Okay, sure. What kind of story were you thinking?" he asked.

"Well… how about why you're afraid of mimes?" she asked.

"Alright. When I was four, my mom took me to a carnival to see the elephants. And I loved it. But while I was there, I got separated from her. I called to her, but when I turned around, all I saw was this pale white face copying my every move," he told them.

Gwen frowned. "That would be pretty scary," she agreed.

"Tell me about it. I screamed and ran, but every time I turned around, he was always there—" he began.

Then the radio cut off. "Trent?"

…

"...Trent?" Gwen said, her voice rising an octave.

"I hate this. I hate this. I hate this so much," Liam muttered, unable to even hear himself over the sound of the helicopter. The constant noise of the rotor in his ears, the vertigo as Chris flew in one direction or another like a maniac…

The slacker groaned and grabbed his mouth. Chris immediately leveled out, saying "Puke on the controls and you're wiping them clean, man!"

The redhead shook his head, swallowing. "How much more of this?" he asked.

The host hummed. "Well, we've been up here for ten minutes… so let's do ten more!" he said happily. "Feel like chickening out?"

Liam glared at him. "Just fly," he said through gritted teeth, making Chris chuckle as he stopped hovering and began flying wildly in all directions again.

Cody gulped as he looked back and forth between the book in his left hand and the wire cutters in his right. He was kneeling before a stink bomb with a large analog countdown on it, his worst nightmare made real. He had to follow the instructions in the manual Chris left him to carefully disarm it in order to score his team a point. If he failed to disarm it or ran away, he was out.

"I can do this, I can do this…" he muttered, pausing to wipe his forehead of sweat. Every second lost on that timer sent another shot of adrenaline through him. Only ten minutes left on it, and he was about halfway through the manual. He could make… right?

As he was pondering that and doing his best to disarm the stink bomb, Chef finally landed the plane. The door was thrown open and both Izzy and Owen dived out of it onto solid land. They immediately dropped to all fours and started kissing the ground.

"Sweet, sweet solid earth. How I missed you!" Owen exclaimed, crying tears of relief.

Not ten feet from them was Geoff, who had decided to pass the time before his challenge by taking a nap. As he kicked back in a chair by the Bass cabin, he tilted his hat forward to block out the sun. Unfortunately, this prevented him from noticing the sky darkening over his head.

It became much more obvious once the small cloud hanging over him became releasing tiny pieces of hail. Not enough to hurt, but more than enough to terrify the party boy.

"Aaaaahh!" he screamed, lunging out of his chair and running away. The cloud somehow followed him, keeping up the deluge even as he tried to run from it. In his run, he passed by Trent, who was trying to outrun an adult mime chasing him and copying his movements.

Ostensibly, Trent knew the challenge was to face his fear, which would translate to asking the mime to leave. Unfortunately, his reaction to a phobia held for over half his life overrode any logical thought… or short-term memory.

Inside the abandoned mine, the replica subway car reached the end of the tracks it had been set along. An intern quickly opened it, showing Ezekiel was still seated in it and sitting straight.

The intern, who happened to be the same one Courtney had spoken to before, said "Alright, man, challenge is over. You can get out now."

There was no response, however, prompting the intern to raise an eyebrow. "Ezekiel?" he asked. Still no response, so he entered the car and walked up to the seated farm boy. His eyes were wide open, so he wasn't sleeping. "You alright, man?" he asked, grabbing him by the shoulder and giving him a good shake.

That shake caused Ezekiel to tilt forward and fall onto the floor. Though now he wasn't frozen, and instead was trembling head-to-toe.

The intern hummed. So Ezekiel had been literally scared stiff the whole ride. One could argue whether that counted, but the challenge had just been to ride the car, not ride in comfort. And since he hadn't used the emergency brake to quit… Wait. Did they tell him about the emergency brake?

After a moment, the intern shrugged and radioed Chris. "The homeschool guy completed his challenge," he reported.

Amidst the sound of flying, he could make out Chris say "Great! I'm almost done here, and Chef just let me know that he's done too. Get Ezekiel back to camp and he'll be fine," he assured him.

The intern looked from the radio to the trembling, unmoving Ezekiel before sighing.

The moment the helicopter landed down in the clearing, Liam instantly unbundled himself and nearly threw himself out of the cockpit. Looking behind him, he flipped their host the bird and called "You are a sadistic piece of work, McLean."

Chris chuckled. "Thanks. I try," he said, walking away. "Now, while you become reacquainted with the communal toilets, I have a few more challenges to oversee."

Liam simply raised the bird again, before covering his mouth and running for a toilet to throw up in.

While he was doing that, the host accepted the controls for Geoff's storm cloud from another intern once he reached the cabins. Seeing the teen run around with the cloud still chasing him, Chris pulled out a loudspeaker. "The hail won't hurt you, man! Just stop running and stand in it!"

Unfortunately, Geoff was too busy screaming to respond, and he continued to run. Shaking his head, Chris walked over to where most of the Screaming Gophers were assembled next to a wooden pen. Stepping into the pen, he said "Alright, Tyler, time for an easy one. You just have to stay in this pen for three minutes… with these chickens!"

He punctuated it by lifting the lid of a box. Inside of that box was indeed a live adult chicken, as well as two chicks. Tyler stared at the three of them in horror.

As he continued to stare, Katie called "Come on, Tyler! We believe in you!"

"Yeah. You can totally do this!" Harold encouraged.

The jock took a deep breath and very slowly climbed into the pen, keeping his eyes on the chickens the whole time. Once he was inside, Chris picked them up and set them on the ground. And the moment one of them took a step closer, he screamed and curled into a ball, rocking back and forth.

Chris quirked an eyebrow, but said "I don't think we're getting anywhere here. Sucks for you, Gophers."

Courtney frowned. "Now, hold on!" she began. "All you said was for him to be in the pen, and he is. He may be acting like a huge baby…" she said, pointing at how Tyler was currently sucking his thumb. "But at least he's inside!"

Chris opened his mouth, before pausing. After a moment, his expression curled into a grimace. "Okay, I'll give you that. But will he stay for the whole three minutes?" he challenged.

It turned out the answer was 'yes', as Tyler appeared completely oblivious to the world outside those chickens. And said birds were completely uninterested in him, resulting in three minutes so boring the editing team later cut them. Nonetheless, the Gophers cheered as Tyler got them another point.

While Geoff and Tyler were failing and succeeding respectively at their challenges, Trent was still trying to outrun the mime. He had reached the docks, however, and was swiftly running out of road. As he reached the end, he spared a look back and saw the mime hot on his heels. Left with no choice, Trent took a breath and leaped into the water.

As he came up for air, he saw that the mime had skidded to stop right at the docks' edge, imitating being stopped by a 'wall'. Smirking as he realized what was happening, Trent called "What? Can't swim?" In response, the mime stopped imitating and began inhaling, making Trent's smile fade. Before it could dive in, however, he hurriedly called "Wait! You'll… you'll run your makeup!"

That got the mime to stop. After a moment, he sadly nodded and walked away. Trent gave a fist-pump, muttering "Yes!" He then began swimming for the shore, eager to dry off. However, in his eagerness, he couldn't help but feel like he was forgetting… something.

As he began to contemplate what that was, however, he was distracted by the sound of an explosion accompanied by a small shake in the ground. He quickly looked in the direction the noise came from and saw a small green cloud rise up from the forest.

"What in the world…?" he said to himself.

Not far from where the explosion went off, Bridgette was walking through the woods with her hands in her hoodie. "Okay, Bridgette, you can do this. What's six hours, anyway? That literally a quarter of a day," she told herself.

That was when the sound of the blast reached her, and she looked around in shocked confusion. That certainly didn't sound like something Chris would use to scare her. So what was it?

Then something Bridgette was pretty sure wasn't a zombie emerged from between the trees. That said, it was humanoid-shaped, smelled like the dead, and was walking towards her while moaning with its arms raised.

Already on edge from being in the forest, Bridgette took the logical response and nope-ed right the heck out of there, screaming the whole time.

A short while after that, the door to the boathouse slammed open and Daphne staggered out, wheezing. Things had been going well until after the first clip, where she found a surprise that Chris 'failed' to mention. That in addition to all the other stuff set up to trigger her phobia, the film started simply flashing the number 13 in small Roman numerals in each corner of the screen.

Every thirteen seconds.

Once her heightened breathing, racing pulse and nausea were joined by lightheadedness, Daphne knew she had two choices: escape and lose the point for her team, or throw up, pass out, and lose the point anyway.

It wasn't a hard choice.

As Chris continued enjoying himself with raining hail on Geoff, Leshawna came out of the Bass cabin and behind him. "Don't you think he's had enough?" she asked, concerned for her fellow teammate.

Chris shrugged. "Maybe. But the longer I do this, the more chances he has to stop running from it. So in a way, I'm helping," he 'justified', though the grin on his indicated he intended to continue either way.

Leshawna frowned. "Speaking of chances to win, how are Daphne and Gwen doing?" she asked, not having seen either in the cabin.

Chris paused, thinking it over. "Well, I think Pyro Girl's still in the boathouse, so she's not out yet. I left Trent to keep an eye on Gwen and dig her up once her time was up. And I gave them radios so she could contact him," he told her.

As if by fate, that was the moment that Trent emerged from the male side of the Bass cabin, a towel against his head. "What are you guys talking about?" he asked.

Leshawna looked back at him. "I was wondering how much longer Gwen had underground," she told him.

Trent's eyes instantly went wide. "Oh crap!" he shouted, and took off for the beach. Leshawna, realizing what happened, also took off with a panicked expression.

As they reached the beach, they saw that not only was the timer over the spot blinking, but Trent's radio was lying there in the sand. Right where he dropped it when the mime first approached him. The two of them quickly grabbed shovels and began shoveling sand away. Less than a minute later, they were able to open the box, revealing a very angry goth inside.

"Gwen, you're okay!" Trent said, and received a radio to the face in reply.

An hour later, Katie and Lindsay were both given permission to finally remove their bald caps, and Justin was allowed to remove his Quasimodo-esque outfit and makeup. For going the entire time on camera looking like they did, all three of them were given points.

"Oh my gosh, I forgot how cute you look!" Katie exclaimed upon seeing Lindsay's hair again.

"Oh, you too!" Lindsy gushed, and the two hugged despite being on different teams. Justin, meanwhile, was once more looking at himself in a mirror with pride instead of horror.

Confessional Stall - Justin

"Going without my good looks in public reminded me how lucky I am. That I have been blessed with this near-supernatural beauty, and that I shouldn't take it for granted." Rubbing his cheeks softly, he added "I'll cherish it forever."

Once the three of them were presentable again, Chris gathered both teams. "Alright, campers, we're just about done. Originally, I was going to say that the Bass were two points ahead since Bridgette ran out of the woods," he began, making the surfer chick look down. "But a certain someone…" he said, glaring momentarily at Courtney. "Argued that her challenge was to be in the woods alone, and Cody's interference nullified that. So I'm giving Bridgette the point, mostly to shut that person up."

Courtney crossed her arms with a proud smirk, while the other Gophers smiled at the fact that the C.I.T.'s bossiness worked in their favor for once.

Chris said "That means the Bass and Gophers are currently sitting at 8-7. And only one person has yet to go."

Ezekiel raised an eyebrow. "But everyone already did the fears they talked about," he said in confusion.

The host chuckled. "Courtney, if you would follow me," he said, causing her to tense before slowly doing so. The rest of the campers, eager to see this, followed along. He led them to a ladder and diving board, which was suspended over a pool full of…

"Green jelly?" Heather said incredulously.

Courtney stared at the pool, shoulders slumped as she realized there wasn't a way out. She did indeed have to face her worst fear. As Chef used an oar to stir it, she shuddered. "Like surgery snot…" she said.

"The choice is yours, Courtney," Chris told her. "Just to make it interesting, I'll sweeten the deal and offer two points if you jump, meaning you have a chance to win this for your team. Or you can choose not to jump and let you all lose."

Courtney gulped and looked up at the diving board. Then, heaving a sigh, she began to climb the ladder. "This is insane. I could die!" she warned, but Chris was unmoved.

As she climbed, Gwen gave a look of exaggerated sympathy. "Man, that is harsh. It's probably even warm by now. Warm, green jelly!" she said loudly.

Courtney glared down at her. "You won't make me quit!" she called down. However, there was a tremor in her voice that made Liam frown. She nonetheless reached the top and looked down, gripping her knees hard enough for her knuckles to pale. "I…" she said, tapering off into a distressed keen. Every fiber of her hyper-competitive spirit said to jump. But standing there, feeling her heart pound and terror blank her mind, she couldn't act.

Down on the ground, a redhead grimaced.

Confessional Stall - Liam

"It's like the first challenge. If I want my team to succeed, I'll have to draw attention to myself," he said unhappily. "For this, she owes me big time."

Liam walked over to their host. "Chris," he said, getting his attention before he leaned in to whisper something.

A moment later Chris pulled out a small booklet, skimming through it. "Well, since I can't find a rule against it…" he said, before shrugging. "Just make it look good," he finished, and the redhead nodded.

As Courtney stood on the board, she was unable to hear anything beyond the blood rushing in her ears. As such, her first indication that something had changed was when she felt the board shift. Looking back, she saw that Liam was right behind her. "What are you doing?" she asked.

He raised an eyebrow. "Taking in the view," he said with flat sarcasm, before stating "I'm up here so we can jump together."

The C.I.T. blinked. "What? But… but you already did your fear! Why would you…?" she said, before looking down. "It's just for the win, huh?"

Now, Liam could have been honest and said that was the only reason. And in most cases, that wouldn't help him, so he wouldn't do that. But as he was coming to realize, the hunger for victory that drove him was also in her. Possibly even more so. And that meant, for once, he found no need to lie.

"For the win, yes. You and I are partners," he said, getting her to look up. "To the finals, no matter the struggle, or what either of us have to do. That is what we agreed, isn't it?"

Courtney looked at him, slightly stunned by the show of devotion. Then, a small smile appeared on her face. "We did, yeah," she agreed. "Alright, let's do this."

With that, the two of them moved to be standing next to each other at the end of the board. "On the count of three," Courtney said. "One… three!

Liam blinked before jumping reflexively. He closed his eyes while the C.I.T. let out a short scream as they fell, and the two landed in the pool of jelly with a thick splash. Everything in both their lines of sight turned green, and the jelly's thicker consistency made it somewhat harder to move. Nonetheless, both were able to swim upwards until they broke the surface next to each other.

As they did, Courtney quickly looked around. "I'm… I'm alive," she gasped. Then she smiled widely. "I'm alive! Which means we won!" she cheered, reaching over and hugging Liam.

The redhead paused, blinking. However, a small smile appeared on his face, unbeknownst to even himself. He did not return the hug, however, which worked to his benefit when Courtney realized what she was doing a moment later. She instantly let go of him and moved back, letting her teammates surround them and cheer.

"Alright! Awesome teamwork scene, brah!" Chris called, also giving a thumbs-up to the cameraman that caught it. "And thanks to it, the Screaming Gophers are our winners!"

The Killer Bass looked down, the team a mixture of frustrated and sad.

Once night had fallen, the Bass were at the bonfire, none of them pleased to be there. Chris, by contrast, appeared giddy.

"Well, it's certainly fun to see you all here. All but three of you participated in your challenges, so it could be anyone. On the other hand, I have access to all the footage, so I know the social game afoot," he said. That got several of the campers to look at Heather, who predictably had Lindsay next to her. Heather, by contrast, was looking directly at Daphne and Izzy, who likewise often sat together. DJ and Trent, meanwhile, looked around worriedly due to having no alliance of their own. "With that thought hanging over you, come up and claim a marshmallow if you hear your name!" Chris happily declared.

"Izzy…" The crazy girl took hers with a wide grin.

"Gwen…" She gave a small smile and accepted her marshmallow.

"DJ…" The gentle giant happily stood and walked over.

"Lindsay…" She applauded and ran over for her prize.

"Owen…" The large teen whooped and ate his.

"Heather…" The queen bee snatched hers off the plate with a smirk.

"Daphne…" The pyro sighed and grabbed hers.

"Trent…" The guitarist smiled and confidently took his marshmallow. "And last, potentially least…" The remaining two, Leshawna and Geoff, looked at each other nervously.

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"Leshawna."

Leshawna sagged in relief before taking his marshmallow, while Geoff looked at his teammates. "Wait. For real, guys?" he said.

Several of the campers appeared saddened by the result, especially Trent, Owen and DJ. Heather, Leshawna and Lindsay, however, were unsurprised. Slumping his shoulders, he said "Well, it was fun while it lasted.

Getting to his feet, he gave fist-bumps to the three guys. As he boarded the Boat of Losers, he held up a 'hang ten' sign with both hands.

"Party on, dudes!" he called, getting several of the campers to smile and wave goodbye as the boat left.

Because I felt like showing it, here's how the votes shook out this time:
Izzy, Daphne and Owen → Leshawna
Lindsay, Leshawna, Heather and Gwen → Geoff
DJ → Trent
Geoff and Trent → Daphne

Eliminated:

1. Beth, the Wannabe

2. Noah, the Know-It-All

3. Duncan, the Delinquent

4. Eva, the Female Bully

5. Sadie, the Sweet Girl's Friend

6. Geoff, the Party Guy