Surprisingly, I was able to get this out in a week. These are actually pretty easy to get through. Anyways, real quick, I got a new laptop, so I have something to write with. I've had an old Macbook Air for a while, so I got a new up to date version and it runs really well.
Anyways, let's get into it.
The familiar voice of Chris McLean sounded over a shot of the Island. "Last time on Total Drama Island. "Things got sappy. No, literally. Because we sprayed all the contestants with sticky sap and they had a terrible time trying to get across the island. Things got sappy in a lovey dovey sense too, when Axel showed a new side to her after Nichelle fell on top of her. Who knew this girl had another emotion other than unbridled intensity and rage. In other news, Millie is hiding something from her bestie again (her feelings towards her parents) and Caleb carried two contestants from both teams, but failed to reach the end in time. But, to be fair, when a recently revived lunatic known as Scary Girl is waiting for you, it can be understandable when your team loses. And luckily for them, and everyone else, she got the boot."
Chris was standing along a grassy area. "Weirdly enough, Damien is no longer afraid of her. Or at least he's really good at pretending he isn't." He rubbed his hands together. "Why don't we give him something new to be afraid of? That won't be hard. After all, this is…Total…Drama…Island!"
"And…go!"
At that call from Axel, Nichelle rolled like a ball across the ground, before briefly picking herself up and doing it again. The zombie commando watched on from the side.
Confessional (Axel): "Today is all about rolling. It helps with balance, coordination and is surprisingly good in a fight. I used to do it when I was a baby and I kicked my aunt in the shin by accident." She chuckled. "That was funny."
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Nichelle did another roll and promptly flopped onto her back, exhausted. "How…was that?"
"Pretty good." Axel acknowledged. "You're getting better at this."
"Thanks." Nichelle got to her feet. "You know, I always did a pose, in one of my movies, where I did a roll. But I was never allowed to do the whole thing." She thought for a moment, then stepped back. "Let's see if I can do it now."
Axel watched curiously.
Nichelle did another forward roll and then quickly stood up and did a fighting pose, flexing her arm muscles in the process. "You gotta roll with my punches!" She yelled dramatically.
Axel just stared, her jaw suddenly falling open. And, of course, her cheeks were red.
Nichelle dropped the act and celebrated. "Yes! I've always wanted to do that. Oh, when Jerry sees me, he's gonna…" She trailed off, having noticed her trainer. "You good?"
The zombie commando snapped to attention and shook away her glowing cheeks. "Yes. Fine." She said in a panic, turning away. "Let's…keep training."
Nichelle was curious, but shrugged and went back to rolling.
On another part of the island, Chris was having another meeting with his interns. He was holding a piece of paper. "Today's challenge will have the competitors being asked questions about their fellow contestants." He held up the paper. "This is the sheet with all the answers to the questions. I want all of you to hold onto a copy in case…"
As he continued talking, Julia and MK were listening in on him, from behind a rock. Unlike last time, they both obliged to share the same one.
"So that cheat sheet might come in handy, you think?" MK asked.
"Definitely." Julia agreed.
Confessional (Julia): "Do I want that little goblin to cheat with me? Heck no. But, the fact is, she knows I'm cheating and if I rat her out, she can do the same thing to me."
Confessional (MK): "Julia might be like every fake blonde with a phone, but even she's smart enough to not rat me out to Chris. But, if she does, I'll be more than happy to do the same to her."
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Chris was still talking. "...and in case one of you loses it, there's a copy on the computer in there." He pointed at the nearby tent.
MK and Julia perked up from hearing this and they ducked back down.
"Alright, we'll each snag a paper when no one's looking." MK suggested, already planning to go over to the tent. "Ready…and…"
"Wait." Julia said, pulling her back. "If we both have the cheat sheet, Chris will figure out what we're doing if we're just calling out the correct answer every time. And we can't just carry a copy of the sheet when we're doing the challenge ourselves."
"Just do Hot Sign, then."
Julia stared. "What's that?"
"There's two choices, right? Ignore the actual answer, but pay attention to how many times you shout it and then base the answer off of that."
Julia thought about it. "Wow. That's actually smart."
The hacker scoffed. "Took you long enough to realize that." She sat back down. "Ok, so only one of us can get the cheat sheet to not look suspicious. How do we decide who gets it?"
Julia just smirked. "You remember when I saved you from that bear yesterday?"
MK immediately figured out what that meant and sighed.
Confessional (MK): "Why didn't I just let the bear eat me?"
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Zee was sitting at the table at the mess hall. He had a bunch of soda cans in front of him.
Confessional (Zee): "I don't know what to do, man. I know I have the contract, but I don't know if I can actually go through with it. I don't want to risk hurting anyone."
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The chillest contestant of all time continued sulking to himself, when Bowie sat down next to him. "Hey, teamie. I see you got your sodas."
Zee sighed. "Yeah, my cursed sodas that cause pain and misery every time I try to sell them."
"Oh, I wouldn't say that. There's so many delicious flavors like…" Bowie picked up a yellow can. "...Lemon Loco-Motion or…" He then grabbed a striped red, yellow and white one. "...Santa's Yellow Snow."
Zee perked up. "Oh, that's the rare Christmas themed one." He then paused. "Wait, I thought you didn't like soda."
Bowie smiled nervously. "Oh, well…that was before I heard about your…wonderful flavors. Could you tell me more about them?"
Zee was delighted and immediately looked around the table for other cans.
Confessional (Zee): He was smiling. "Man, this is awesome! Bowie's coming around to the sodas! Maybe that means I'm not cursed anymore." He held his smile, before it slowly faded. "But…if I'm happy to make money from selling terrible tasting sodas…does that make me a sell out?"
Confessional (Bowie): He sighed. "For the record, I still hate soda. And Santa's Yellow Snow is a terrible name. But…I need an extra vote. Julia's been on my tail and I need her gone. I don't want to risk hurting Raj again."
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At the other table, Damien and Millie were sitting together. Thankfully, for them, Priya was not there.
"So…" Damien started. "You don't want to lie to Priya about how you feel about her and her parents, but you can't tell her. Why?"
A look of uncertainty crept across Millie's face. Finally, she exhaled. "Damien…Priya's my best friend. And really, my only friend…before you, of course. But…I'm scared."
"Why?"
"The whole reason Priya and I split as friends was because I was writing about how…awful her parents are. And…if I say something about it again, she'll think I was never actually sorry and…I'll lose her as a friend again."
Damien gave a pitying look and put a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Sounds like a tough decision." Millie nodded sadly. "But, if it were me, I'd just tell her. Last time you were mocking her parents. Maybe if you had an actual conversation about it…"
"Yeah, but she still might hate me for it."
"Communication is ideal though. Even if you end up hurting her, you're hurting yourself right now."
"True. The mental strain of a lie is rather harmful to one's psyche."
"Now you're making sense." Damien said.
Millie couldn't help but smile. "Alright. I'll try talking to her at some point. Thanks, Damien."
Damien smirked and was about to say something, when he heard the door open. Both he and Millie looked to see Priya standing at the door. Behind her was an exhausted and dirty look Caleb. He was crawling on the floor.
"Hey bestie." She said as she walked in.
"Hey…Priya." Millie said, somewhat nervous.
Damien noticed and decided to change the subject. "Is he okay?"
Priya looked back at Caleb. "Oh yeah, he's fine. He wanted to do a training session with me. It was hard at first, but I think he's gotten the hang of it."
The hunk let out a wheeze to express his discomfort.
Confessional (Caleb): "That…was awful. But, I had no choice. I can't risk Millie and Priya spending too much time together. If Millie convinces Priya to break our alliance, then I'll never get enough votes to boot off Bowie." He coughed loudly and a huge cloud of dusk spurted out that covered the entire outhouse. "How much dirt did I swallow?!" He broke into another fit of coughing.
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Soon afterwards, Chris called the campers to the next challenge location. They arrived at a cliffside. In front of them were two sets of walkways, each with a blue side and an orange side. The walkways led to another cliff, where Chris was waiting with a large TV.
"Welcome, campers!" He said. "Today's challenge is called 'Know Your Enemy.' Each team has a bridge with an orange A side and a blue B side. To make it across to the next square, players must answer questions with an A or B answer."
"What kinds of questions?" Priya asked.
"I'm glad you asked." Chris said. "Do you remember last season when you were asked a series of 'would you rather' questions?"
The competitors nodded.
"Well, those are your questions we'll be using." The screen flashed to life, revealing a stage with a chair and a series of the competitors' heads popping up all around it. "All your embarrassing answers will be on display for all to see. You will watch a question being asked to an opposing team member and will have to decide which answer they will go with. Get one right and you step forward and be shown another question. First player to cross wins for their team."
Emma smirked.
Confessional (Emma): "This challenge is perfect for me. Ask all my friends back home, they'll tell you how much of a people person I am. We're going to win this whole thing in one go."
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"I know I'm going to regret this," Damien said. "But what happens when we guess wrong?"
"Oh, you just stop crossing…"
Damien was suspicious. "What does that mean?"
"...because a trap door will open beneath you and you'll fall forty feet into a pool of rapid wolverines." As if for emphasis, an intern placed a plastic dummy on one of the tiles and it opened up, sending it plummeting down into a pool. As soon as it landed, a dozen wolverines, all wearing life jackets, jumped onto it, biting, slashing and ripping it apart.
Confessional (Damien): He sighed. "I did say I would regret asking.
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"Why are they wearing life vests?" Priya asked, looking down.
"Safety reasons. Our lifeguard is completely unqualified."
At the bottom, next to the pool, was Chef, wearing a life guard's uniform, sitting on a tall chair. "Yup. Zero chance I'm going in there." He said.
"But you got the skimmer, right?" Chris shouted back. Chef nodded, holding it up. Chris turned back to the competitors. "There. Now when you fall in, Chef can easily get you out before the wolverines detach your limbs from your body…hopefully." He clapped his hands together. "Skunk Butts, for winning the last challenge, you'll get to go first."
Raj looked at Bowie. "We're going to win this one today. Fair and square?"
"Absolutely." His boyfriend nodded.
The hockey bro smiled and went towards his bridge. Chris pushed a button on a remote and the TV showed Damien sitting in the chair.
"Damien." TV Chris asked. "Would you rather A, camp in a graveyard for a month or B, go without toilet paper for a week?" Chris pushed another button and the TV paused.
Raj thought for a moment, until Emma stepped next to him. "Raj, pick A. No way Damien would go without toilet paper for that long."
Bowie was about to say something, but Raj had already stepped onto the orange tile.
Chris pressed play and the clip continued. TV Damien shuddered. "Gotta go with B." A red X appeared over the TV.
Raj gasped. "Wait, what?"
Before he could say anything, the tile beneath him opened up and Raj was sent screaming down into the pool.
"Raj!" Bowie yelled.
The hockey bro landed in the pool. He emerged a second later, being bitten all over by the wolverines.
Bowie frowned at seeing his boyfriend in the state he was in, then glared at Emma, who was starting to look guilty.
"Wait!" Millie said, turning to Damien. "You'd rather go wipe free for a week?"
"What?" Damien responded. "I can wash my butt. Can't do anything about a haunting though."
"Yeah! That's why the Rat Faces are the best!" Wayne cheered, looking down at the pool.
Caleb took note of him. "Wayne, are you okay seeing Raj get attacked by wolverines?"
"Y-Yeah." Wayne turned to face him. Tears were streaming down his face, but he was still forcing a smile. "Doesn't…bother me at all."
Chef lowered the skimmer and scooped the mangled and scratch covered Raj out.
It was the Rat Faces turn. Priya stepped towards the bridge. "Alright, I guess I'll-"
"Hold on." Caleb stepped in front of her. "Why don't we let Millie go first?"
"What!?" Priya cried. "Why?!"
"Look, I'm sorry for what I said about her yesterday, but she's really smart. She can probably make a lot of progress on this."
Priya pondered. "I guess that makes sense. And we don't want to lose two in a row. Alright, good call." She turned. "Millie, you're up."
The book smart contestant raised an eyebrow. "Wait, I am? But I was kinda hoping we could-"
Caleb suddenly appeared behind her. "No time. We gotta get moving." He pushed Millie forward, right in front of their bridge.
Confessional (Caleb): "I need to make sure Millie goes first and Priya doesn't go until the end. Like I said, I can't let them be together for too long."
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The TV showed the next contestant.
"Nichelle." TV Chris asked. "Would you rather A, slide naked down a ski hill or B, spend a day in a wave pool that uses barf instead of water?" It paused.
Millie thought for a moment. "B. She said." And stepped onto the blue tile."
The video continued. "B." TV Nichelle said. A green check mark appeared.
"See?" Caleb whispered. "She is smart."
"Good call." Priya said.
From the Skunk Butts, Axel cast a side eye glance at Nichelle.
Confessional (Axel): She had her eyes shut tight. "Repressing…repressing…repressing barf covered Nichelle in a wave pool. Repressing…repressing…"
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Millie's next question was Bowie.
"Would you rather A, have to wear clown makeup for a year or B, have your entire direct message history made public?"
Millie pondered. "Bowie is probably hiding a lot of things in his messages, but I doubt he'd let his outer image take such a hit." She stepped onto the orange tile.
"I'll go with B." TV Bowie said. A red X appeared.
Like Raj, Millie was sent down into the wolverine pool.
"Millie!" Priya yelled.
"Relax." Caleb said. "She survived the metal slide of death, I'm sure she'll be fine."
Priya calmed down. "I guess you're right there."
Confessional (Priya): "Caleb's right. I need to start having more faith in Millie."
Confessional (Millie): She was desperately trying to pull a wolverine off her head, only for it to slip from her hand and angrily scratch at her face.
Confessional (Emma): "Ok, so I made a bad call on the first one, but I can still help for our next."
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Julia was looking at her team's bridge, then looked at Bowie. "Hey, I know where to get a cheat sheet for this thing. I'll go up and when I fall, I can run off and find it. Then, when you go up, I can call out to you what the answers are."
Bowie rolled his eyes. "First off, no way. I'm done cheating. Second, if you're just calling out the answers, Chris will figure out what you're doing."
"I know. So I'll use Hot Sign."
Bowie raised an eyebrow. "What's that?"
"Ignore the answers I call out, but listen to how many times I say it. Odd number shouts are A and even means B."
"That's…brilliant." Bowie quickly shook his head. "But, I already said no. I told you, I'm not going to cheat anymore."
Julia shrugged and walked up to the bridge. "Your funeral."
Her next question was from Wayne.
"Wayne, would you rather be A, the puck that scored the game winning goal in the 1988 cup finals, or B, hockey superstar Gord LeVern?"
"Julia, it's-" Emma was about to answer.
"Oh, I remember that question." Wayne said. "For sure, A, bro."
"Wayne!" Priya scolded.
Julia stepped onto the yellow side and was correct.
"You weren't supposed to give her the answer!" Priya reminded.
"Yeah, man." Zee stepped in. "Why don't you chill out with some…" He pulled out an white soda can. "...Loaded Ice! Available now! Courtesy of Civil Suit Soda"
"Sorry, man." Wayne said. "I'm a FizzFusion guy for life."
"Hey." Zee perked up from hearing this. "That was the brand I used to drink and…" He trailed off.
Confessional (Zee): He was still thinking to himself. "I used to be…" He quickly shook his head. "It doesn't matter, I'm a Civil Suit guy now. Nothing…nothing will change about that."
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Her next question was, to her surprise, from MK. "Would you rather A, lose your bathing suit in a crowded pool or B, give up texting for five years?"
"It's B!" Emma shouted. "Julia, pick B."
But, the influencer wasn't listening. Instead, she just looked back at MK. The two locked eyes for a second, before Julia stepped onto the orange panel.
"What?!" Emma yelled. "Julia, you were supposed to-"
"A." TV MK said. "Sure, walking out of the water naked would suck, but having to call people!?" She shuddered. "No thank you."
Julia smirked, while Emma was getting frustrated.
Up next was a previously eliminated contestant. "Ripper, would you rather A, eat 15 grilled cheese sandwiches that were all dropped in the toilet, or B, drink an entire gallon of
water that was filtered through sweaty socks?"
"A!" Emma called out. "It's gotta be A!"
Julia rolled her eyes. "I'll do it if it means you'll shut up!" She then stepped on the yellow panel.
TV Ripper answered. "Those grilled cheeses probably would taste better than sock water, but nothing on this earth is worse than wet toast. B."
Julia was sent plummeting down to the wolverine infested water. Emma wasn't as guilty because it was Julia, but she was still frustrated.
Chef helped Julia out of the water with the skimmer.
Confessional (Julia): "Wolverines and Emma's terrible guesses aside, I'm feeling pretty good. Now I can sneak off to the intern's tent and get what I'm looking for. Bowie will come around to the idea. Trust me."
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Rat Faces were next with MK going up. Axel appeared on screen. The real life zombie commando went into a panic.
Confessional (Axel): "No. I know what I'm going to say. If she…I mean, everyone sees it, they'll laugh at me." She paused. "N-Not that it matters. I don't care what…she…or anyone else thinks about…me."
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"Axel. Would you rather be A, dirt poor but celebrated as a great poet or B, a filthy rich lawyer who puts guilty criminals back on the street?"
Axel was currently on the verge of a panic attack.
"B." MK said.
"I'm actually super into poetry." TV Axel said. "A."
As expected, MK was sent screaming down to fend off the wolverines attacking her.
Bowie gave a weird look to Axel. She saw it and immediately became defensive. "What? You got a problem with me?!"
Last season's runner up put his hands up. "No…I was just surprised."
Axel crossed her arms and grumbled. Nichelle, who was standing next to her, elbowed her lightly. "Hey." She whispered. "That's pretty cool. I spent half a year in Spain for a movie and ended up reading a lot about the poets there."
"R-Really?" A hopeful smile crossed Axel's face, as she looked at Nichelle. She quickly shook her head. "I-I'm up." She stepped forward, making sure Nichelle couldn't see her blushing face.
Her next contestant was from Scary Girl (Not Lauren). As TV Chris asked his question, the screen kept flickering, with Scary Girl in a new position every time.
"Would you rather, A, only be able to eat Chef's cooking for a year or B, take truth serum and be questioned by Chef?"
"Ok, no way Scary Girl wants people knowing what's in her head." Emma said. "Axel, go with A!"
The zombie commando shrugged and went to the orange side.
Scary Girl answered. "I pick B." Once more, Axel fell through the trap door. "No skeletons in my closet. I mean, there are, but only in the literal sense."
Confessional (Damien): "Yeah. I don't miss her."
Confessional (Emma): She was holding her hair tightly. "Why am I so bad at this?!"
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Julia had arrived at the intern's tent. No one was around and she quickly found the cheat sheet on the computer. She grabbed a marker and began writing the answers down on her hand.
Damien went up for the Rat Faces.
His first pick was Raj.
"Raj, would you rather A, fight 100 rabid kittens or B, one bear?"
Damien pondered. "Knowing Raj, he likes playing hockey, which is a team based sport, so he's probably more used to taking on multiple opponents at once. A." He stepped on the orange square.
It was correct and Damien moved to the next one.
From the back, Emma was watching, nervously biting her fingernails. Bowie went up to her. "Hey, maybe for the next one, don't shout the answer."
Emma turned and glared. "Why? Am I really that bad at picking the right answer?" She said sarcastically.
Bowie stared. "Yes!" He threw his arms up. "You have literally not gotten a single one correct."
"Well…Julia got pretty far when-"
"Because she was doing the opposite of what you were saying. And when she did listen to you, it was wrong." He sighed. "Look, Emma. I know you're trying to help, but maybe most of our teammates don't think it's a good idea to take advice from the person who's dating the guy who cut the brakes on their partner's car!"
Emma tried to think of a retort, but nothing came out. Instead, she turned away and thought to herself.
Damien was able to get another right. His next person was Emma.
"Would you rather A, not shower for a month or B, eat a bowl of toenail clippings?"
Damien looked back. Emma was growing nervous again and reverted back to biting her fingernails. The neurotic contestant smirked and stepped on the blue tile.
Correct.
Emma suddenly stopped chewing, realizing what just happened. "Dang it!" She yelled.
Confessional (Emma): "Even when I'm not trying to help, I'm still…" She sighed. "No. No, Bowie's wrong. I…I'm not…" She grunted in frustration.
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Damien stepped onto the next tile.
"Zee." TV Chris said. "Would you rather, A…"
But whatever Chris was asking, it didn't register to real life Zee. He stared and zoned in on the soda his TVself was holding.
Confessional (Zee): "Man, I remember those times. Where I wasn't controlled by a contract and the sodas tasted way better." He froze up and forced a smile. "But it's a good thing Civil Suit has the best flavors in the whole world!" He chuckled. It quickly faded and he sighed. "What have I become…?"
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A buzzer sounded, indicating that Damien had gotten his question wrong. Like everyone before him, he plummeted down into the wolverine infested water. They snapped at him and bit him all over.
Confessional (Damien): A wolverine was still nibbling on his shoulder. "For the record, I didn't hate wolverines before because I had never seen one. And now I can safely say…I hate them."
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Bowie stepped forward and made his way to the tile. He glanced down. Julia was standing behind a rock at the bottom with everyone else, waving at him. Bowie thought to himself.
Confessional (Bowie): "I really don't want to play Julia's game, but we also need to keep winning. And, right now, the Rat Faces have the lead." He groaned. "If I don't play Julia's game, she might try to turn the team against me. And the last thing I want to do is say goodbye to Raj." He sighed. "I miss the days where cheating was profitable and fun."
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"Alright." Bowie said to himself. "Odd numbers are orange, evens are blue."
He waited for his question. Chris hit the button and Priya appeared on screen.
"Would you rather A, lose the passwords to all your devices every day or B, spend the entire next school year in a hot dog costume?"
Bowie pretended to think of an answer.
From below, Julia glanced at her hand. "Bowie, pick A! Go with A!"
Last season's runner up pretended to ignore her answer and stepped onto the blue tile. A green check mark appeared on screen. Bowie smiled.
Confessional (Raj): "Yes! You saw that! Julia said to pick A, but he went with B. He's not cheating anymore!"
Static.
He soon got his next question.
The same thing happened. Julia looked at her palm and called out. "Pick B, Bowie!" He then promptly stepped onto the orange tile and got it right.
Confessional (Bowie): "Alright, that's far enough. I put us in a position to give our team a winning chance and that's it. I'm going to purposely flub the next one."
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He then got his next question. Julia looked down at her hand. "Bowie, pick B again. It's definitely B."
Bowie rolled his eyes and then proceeded to step onto the orange tile. To his surprise, the screen showed a green checkmark.
Last season's runner up tried to hide his annoyance. He glanced down to see Julia smirking up at him.
Confessional (Bowie): "Ah…crud."
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He got his next question. It was Caleb. "Would you rather A, eat pudding from an angry gorrila's armpit or B, jump from a plane with a parachute that was packed by your ex?"
Bowie didn't wait for Julia to answer, as he stepped onto the orange tile.
"B." TV Caleb answered, followed by a red X on the screen.
Bowie sighed in relief, but it was quickly replaced by sheer terror as he was dropped into the pool. He scrambled to get out of reach of the wolverines and fell to the grass. He glared at Julia, who feigned a look of innocence.
From the top, the remaining three Rat Faces were discussing who should go next.
"Both are pretty close." Priya pointed. "We need someone who could get us back in the lead." She glanced over. "Wayne, what do you think?"
The hockey bro smiled. "I'll go next, coach." And he stepped onto the bridge.
Confessional (Priya): "I have my doubts that Wayne can make it past his first question. If he goes, it looks bad for him and I can remind my team that I'm supposed to be the leader."
Confessional (Millie): She sighed. "I really wanted to talk to Priya. But, she still hasn't gone, so it's been really tough."
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Wayne looked at the screen. Raj suddenly appeared. "Raj, would you rather A, lick a public restroom floor or B-"
"Oh, that's it." Wayne pointed. "It's A. Rajie would go with A."
Priya smirked.
Chris was surprised. "Hold on, Wayne. You need to wait until-" He was interrupted when the screen dinged. To everyone's shock, Wayne got it right. From the bottom, Bowie was giving a look of absolute disgust to his boyfriend, who just shrugged.
Confessional (Bowie): He shuddered. "Ok. I still want that kiss, but I need to make sure Raj brushes his teeth beforehand."
Confessional (Priya): "Are you kidding me?!" She screamed in frustration.
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Wayne waited for his next question. This time, it was another eliminated contestant.
Emma smiled. "Hey, it's Chase. It's my boyfriend, Chase, everyone. It's Chase!" Most of the competitors rolled their eyes.
"Chase." TV Chris asked. "Would you rather A, apologize for something you're not sorry for or B, go bald by the time you're twenty three?"
Emma smirked. "Oh, this is so obvious. It's A. He would absolutely apologize for…for…something that…um…he would…um…"
Wayne, without saying anything, stepped onto the blue tile.
"Wait, Wayne!" Emma called. "That's not the-"
"Oh, man." TV Chase said. "If I were bald…I'd be just as awesome. B, baby!"
Correct
Emma's jaw dropped and she was left speechless.
Confessional (Bowie): "Emma, if you see this. Wayne got that one right. Think about what that means."
Static
While Wayne had done a good job so far, he got the next one wrong and was eliminated.
Nichelle went up for her team. She proceeded to get the next one right.
She stepped to the next one. It was Millie.
"Would you rather A, wrestle your best friend's grandfather or B, eat 200 lemons?"
Zee and Emma watched. At that moment, a thought struck the chillest contestant of all time. He reached into his pocket.
"Zee, what are you doing?" Emma asked.
"I haven't done a sponsorship in a while." Zee said. "I need to fill out my contract. And since I don't think I'm cursed, I think I'm good." He pulled out a can. "Hey, Nichelle!" He called.
"What? No, just sell it to me." Emma said.
Zee wasn't listening. "I was just wondering, if you're getting nervous, that you should try the relaxing taste of-"
"Zee!" Nichelle called back. "Not now! I-"
"B?" Chris questioned. "Let's see."
"A." TV Millie answered.
A red X appeared on the screen. "Oh, incorrect."
"What?" The former Hollywood star questioned. "But I didn't-" She was interrupted when the trap door opened and sent her falling down.
Confessional (Priya): "Wait, Millie would fight my grandfather? That's messed up. He's a former bear wrestler. She wouldn't stand a chance."
Confessional (Zee): He looked miserable. Oh man, I'm still cursed."
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Axel stepped forward, her anxiety shooting way up from seeing Nichelle falling.
The former Hollywood star flailed her arms, as she saw the wolverines. Then she remembered something. Thinking quickly, she brought her knees in and hugged them. Her body started turning. A wolverine jumped out of the water and tried to bite her. However, Nichelle's angle put her foot directly on its head and she inadvertently stomped it. It was sent crashing back down to the pool. She landed shortly after. The other wolverines were startled and backed away slightly, as Nichelle emerged.
She noticed how afraid they looked and grinned. "Yeah! Don't mess with me, got it?!"
Confessional (Nichelle): She was smiling like a kid in the candy store. "That was so cool!"
Confessional (Axel): She was breathing repeatedly into a paper bag. Her cheeks were glowing red.
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"The Rat Faces need to get this one and they'll win the whole thing." Chris said. "And it looks like Caleb is going to try for it."
The hunk made his way across. He noticed Millie at the bottom, looking anxious. He smirked.
Confessional (Caleb): "Plan is going perfectly. With Millie out of the way, Priya will fall further into my alliance."
Static
"Caleb?"
The hunk snapped from his trance. "What?"
"I need your answer." Chris said.
Caleb looked up to see Julia on the screen. It was paused. "Wait, I didn't hear it." He cried.
"Oh, too bad." Chris said with fake concern. "Well, you have a 50/50 shot, might as well take it."
"Ummm…A?"
He got his answer when a red X appeared on screen and he was sent plummeting down to the wolverine pool.
"Oh, tough break. Now the Skunk Butts have a shot. But if they guess incorrectly even once, then the Rat Faces win. Who's next?"
Zee and Emma looked at each other. "I-I want to go." Emma said.
"Alright, good luck." Zee said.
Emma stepped forward, but then stopped. She looked down at the bottom. The rest of her teammates were waiting for one of them to go. Her eyes were mainly locked on Bowie. She sighed, before turning around to face her teammate. "Zee, you should go. I really don't trust myself after everything that's happened."
The chillest contestant of all time shrugged and made his way across. However, with every step, a sense of dread crept around him. He looked at the soda can in his hand and frowned.
He finally came to the last step. "Zee." Chris said. "Get this one correct and your team is still alive for another round. Get it wrong and you lose. No pressure." He pressed the button on his remote.
And to the surprise of everyone, Zee appeared on the screen.
"Wait, what?!" Priya yelled. "That's not fair!"
"Yeah, even I'm not allowing it." Chris said. "We'll let it play out and go to the next one?"
"Zee." TV Chris said. "Would you rather A, live the life of a hobo for every winter of your life, but get to spend one day a month in a 5-star hotel or B, be insanely rich every summer, but everyone poorer than you throw tomatoes at you constantly?"
TV Zee pondered this for a surprisingly long time.
As he did, real life Zee was nervous. He saw himself with his old brand of soda and then looked at the Civil Suit can in his hand.
Confessional (Zee): "Oh, man. I know what my past self would say, but…would my current self do the same? I've already sold my soul and hurt so many people for this…terrible soda." He dropped the can and covered his face with his hands. "I don't know who I am anymore."
Static
Zee still looked extremely concerned.
Chris noticed, and had an idea. He paused the TV. "Zee? Do you remember what you said in this one?"
"Ummm…" Zee said. "I…I don't know. I've been making so many awful decisions for the sake of money, I don't know what I'd do now."
Chris pondered. "Alright then. Since you still have to get one more, I'll allow you to answer this one."
Zee looked at himself on the TV.
"Zee, come on! You should know this." Nichelle called up.
"It's yourself." Bowie pointed. "This really shouldn't be that hard."
Zee continued staring, then took a deep breath and sighed. "The old me is going to say that he picked the first choice…"
"But is that your answer?" Chris questioned.
Zee shook his head. "With everything I've done, I don't deserve to win this…"
"Zee, no!" His team called.
"B." Zee said sadly.
Chris pressed the button on his remote. "Oh, easy." TV Zee said. "Living the life of the hobo means I get to take the train and eat out of dumpsters. I once found a whole pizza in there and shared it with the raccoons. It was awesome. A."
A red X appeared on the screen.
Zee bowed his head in shame as the trap door opened.
Confessional (Zee): He sighed. "It was tough, but it was also kind of relieving. I may have been bad, but maybe I can go back to classic Zee. That means no soul stealing contracts and no worries. Maybe life will be better after this."
Static
Zee splashed into the water, where the wolverines hounded him. His earlier confessional was quickly corrected as he screamed out in pain. "Ah!" He yelped. "I was wrong! It doesn't get better! I probably still deserve it!"
As Zee splashed around, Chris made an announcement. "Rat Faces win and Skunk Butts are sending a player home!"
The winning team cheered, while the Skunk Butts looked defeated. Most of them headed off towards the cabins.
Raj put a comforting hand on his boyfriend's shoulder. "Hey, I know we didn't win, but I'm really proud of you. You didn't cheat like you said you would."
Bowie smiled, but it almost instantly faded. "Raj…I-"
"What are you going to tell him, Bowie?" Julia stepped towards them. "You gonna mention to your boyfriend how I had the answers the whole time and was giving them out to you." She presented her hand which had red marker all over it.
Bowie went pale, as Raj looked over it. "Wait, but-" He looked at Bowie. "You said…"
"Raj, I know it looks bad, but I only did it to tie it up. I even meant to fall on one of them, but she tricked me. I had no idea she was going to do that until the challenge started and I told her I wanted no part of it."
"But you still did it!" Raj said, now starting to sound angry. "Bowie, I get you want to stay, but I…I can't trust you if you keep doing this."
For the second time, Bowie felt his heart shatter. "Raj, please-"
His boyfriend didn't stick around to hear it. He ran away, leaving behind Bowie and a very smug looking Julia.
"FYI." She said, "That's what you get for trying to go against me." She confidently walked towards the cabins.
Now Bowie was left alone…with a lot to think about.
"Welcome back, Skunk Butts." Chris said, at the elimination ceremony. "Woah, looks like some of you could use some cheering up." He was referring to Raj and Bowie, who both looked depressed. They were also sitting apart from each other. Chris continued. "Don't worry though. I have something that'll cheer…me up. Chef?"
"Emma." Chef called. "You failed to help your team with any of the questions. I mean, it's pretty telling that you're a bad judge of character when Wayne ignored your answer about your boyfriend and got it right."
"I'm…" Emma struggled to speak. "I'm not a…bad…"
"Wayne." Chef went on. "You gave away an answer to the other team."
"Yeah, not a good move, coach." Wayne sighed.
Chef continued. "Zee." He pointed at the chill contestant. "You distracted Nichelle and caused her to fall. Then, to top it all off, you got yourself as a question and you got it wrong. I mean…how does that happen?"
Zee didn't respond.
"And finally, Axel."
"Wait, what did I do?" The zombie commando said.
"I just find it weird that you like poetry." Chef said. "That's about it."
Confessional (Axel): She scoffed. "Yeah, well you know who does like poetry?" She paused, as her cheeks turned bright red. "I-I don't know the answer. Figure it out yourself." She then went wide eyed. "Wait, no,don't do that!"
Confessional (Raj): "I…I'm voting for Julia. With her gone, maybe Bowie will…stop lying to me."
Static
"Alright, here we go. Who's getting their marshmallows of immunity?" He tossed the first one. "Raj." The hockey bro caught it, though still looked upset. "Bowie." The flamboyant contestant also caught it, but like his boyfriend, he didn't seem happy.
Chris continued naming contestants. "Nichelle…Axel…Julia…"
Down to two. Emma and Zee.
"And the final marshmallow goes to…"
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"...Emma."
The blonde contestant exhaled as she caught her treat.
Zee didn't have much of a reaction.
"Surprised you're not happier about this." Chris noted. "You did vote for yourself, after all."
"Wait, Zee voted for himself?" Bowie questioned.
The chillest contestant of all time stood up and sighed. "I voted off the person who sold his soul for terrible tasting sodas. It took me too long to do something about it."
Chris and Chef shared confused looks. "Ok, but you're still eliminated. I get what you're saying, but it doesn't mean you aren't leaving.."
Zee shrugged and walked towards the dock.
He began narrating. "I'm not proud of myself for what I did. I hurt a lot of people just to make a buck. I mean, I guess that's kind of the goal of Total Drama, but still. I don't think I'll even be able to look at myself in the mirror…"
Confessional (Zee): "...I mean, not literally. I'm not a vampire." He pondered. "Or am I…?"
Static
Zee was holding a suitcase. "Bye bye, Civil Suit Soda." He then tossed it into the water and it quickly sank down below.
The Drone of Despair appeared and grabbed Zee by his head and took him away.
The claw on the drone had a tight grip on his head. "Ah!" Zee yelped. "The guilt is coming back. It's not done with me!" He continued yelling into the night sky.
"And bye bye, Zee." Chris said, as he watched him go. He then turned to the camera. "Who will we say bye to next? Whoever it is, I'm sure their look of despair will bring joy to my heart. And maybe you'll find joy too, when we return for another exciting episode of…Total…Drama…Island!"
Admittedly, while I like this challenge in the canon version, it was a little tedious to write for. It's a lot of repetition with not a ton of variety for action. Still, it was fun in plenty of areas.
Zee was a character I found really funny in season one, but didn't like as much in the second one. He wasn't as funny and he definitely overstayed his welcome. I know he needed to be there for Prileb drama, but it didn't lead to anything entertaining. The soda storyline was fun but, like Scary Girl, didn't need to last too long before it became boring.
I'll also really quickly talk about Emma because this is the chapter she would've gotten eliminated. The thing is, Emma being a terrible judge of character makes sense because of her past relationship with Chase. But she already broke up with Chase and knew how terrible he was, it just felt like a forced way to get her eliminated.
And that's about all I have to say. Hope you enjoyed this one and please let me know what you thought of it!
Ciao.
Rat Faces: Priya, Millie, Wayne, Damien, MK, Caleb
Skunk Butts: Bowie, Raj, Julia, Axel, Nichelle, Emma
Zee: Bowie, Nichelle, Zee, Emma
Emma: Axel, Julia
Julia: Raj
Elimination order:
16th: Ripper
15th: Chase
14th: Scary Girl
13th: Zee