"Last time on Total Drama: Heroes and Villains! The Valiant Voyagers and Sinister Serpents went toe-to-toe in a brutal volleyball showdown! Despite early dominance from the Voyagers, a game-changing triple play from Wade and Brittany snatched victory for the Serpents and sent Katie packing. Looks like losing her allies left Katie all alone. Ouch. (Cut to a shot of Katie looking sad as she's voted out).
With Katie gone, the Voyagers are struggling to stay united, while the Serpents are just one move away from tearing each other apart! (Shows Brittany glaring at Wade, then Ana whispering to Clara). Zane's caught in the middle, but don't count out our underdogs (shows the Voyagers) just yet—today's challenge is all about speed, strategy, and survival. It's a Total Drama dodgeball showdown, and you won't believe who takes the hit!
Who will dodge, who will get splattered, and who will be sent home when the dust—and mud—settles? Find out right now, on Total Drama: Heroes and Villains!"
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Theme Song Plays
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*Mess Hall*
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The campers sat around eating normal Chef slop, shifting restlessly as they waited for Chris to show up. The tension was already high after the last elimination, and no one seemed sure what to expect for today's challenge. Suddenly, a booming voice cut through the air, and all eyes snapped toward the door as Chris strode in, a wide grin on his face and a dodgeball spinning on his fingertip.
"Campers!" he called out, his grin widening even further as he twirled the ball with a flourish. "I hope you're all warmed up, because today's challenge is a classic—one guaranteed to test your agility, your aim, and your ability to keep your heads from getting knocked off!"
He let the dodgeball drop to the ground, then scooped it up dramatically. "That's right! We're playing a good ol' game of… Total Drama Dodgeball!"
The campers exchanged glances, a mix of excitement and wariness spreading through both teams. Some smirked, while others looked like they were already bracing for impact. Chris winked at the cameras as he continued, milking the moment for all it was worth.
"Of course, this is Total Drama, so we've added a few special twists to keep things interesting!" He motioned to Chef, who rolled out a cart full of oddly-shaped dodgeballs—some were spiked with foam, others were filled with glitter, and a few were even glowing ominously.
Brianna blinked, leaning forward. "Uh… are those supposed to look like that?"
Chris grinned wickedly. "You bet! Some of these balls have a few surprises inside. You never know what's going to happen when you throw one! It could be a game-changing power-up… or it could backfire spectacularly. Choose wisely, campers."
A few nervous chuckles rippled through the group, and Junior muttered under his breath, "Why does this not sound like a regular game of dodgeball?"
"Because it's not, Junior!" Chris crowed, pointing dramatically at him. "This is Total Drama dodgeball, with everything on the line! And I do mean everything!"
With a theatrical wave, he gestured behind him as several crew members rolled out inflatable obstacles onto the dodgeball court, which the campers viewed via a tv in the back of the room. Huge foam walls, hanging ropes, and spring-loaded trampolines were scattered across the playing field, creating a chaotic arena that looked more like a crazy obstacle course than a dodgeball court.
"The rules are simple!" Chris announced, his grin never faltering. "Two teams face off—the last team standing wins. If you get hit, you're out, but if you catch a ball, the thrower is out, and one of your teammates gets to come back in. Oh, and don't forget about those special dodgeballs… they're in play too. Trust me, you don't want to get hit by one of those. The game will end when one team wins two matches.
He paused for dramatic effect, letting the tension build before his smile turned almost sinister. "The losing team will be sending someone home tonight. So, make every throw count, campers… because one of you is headed down the Dock of Shame by the end of the day!"
The campers tensed, some exchanging determined looks, while others looked nervously at the tricked-out dodgeballs. But before anyone could ask questions, Chris clapped his hands and gestured toward the starting positions.
"Now, Serpents and Voyagers, get to your sides, gear up, and get ready to dodge, duck, dip, dive, and dodge again! It's time to see who's got what it takes to survive… Total Drama Dodgeball!"
With that, he gave one last dramatic spin of the ball and jogged off to the sidelines, leaving the campers staring at the chaotic arena before them. This was going to be no ordinary game… and everyone knew it.
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The Sinister Serpents gathered just outside the mess hall, standing in a loose circle with tension practically crackling in the air. Brittany stood with her arms crossed, her gaze locked on Wade. The rest of the team watched cautiously, unsure of where to stand—literally and figuratively.
"We need to be smart about this," Brittany snapped, voice low but laced with frustration. "We go for the weakest links—Brianna and Melissa. They're the easiest to take down. If we get rid of them fast, the Voyagers won't stand a chance."
Wade scoffed loudly, making a show of rolling his eyes. "Oh, sure," he drawled. "Focus on the underdogs and just hope the stronger players don't knock us out one by one. Brilliant plan, Brit." He patted her on the shoulder in a rather demeaning way.
Brittany's eyes narrowed dangerously. "We can deal with the stronger players once we weaken their team. It's called strategy, Wade."
"Yeah, and it's a bad one," he shot back, stepping forward. "If we want to win, we take out their leader—Clay. Get rid of him, and the rest of the team crumbles. It'll break their spirit, and once that's gone… it's game over."
Dallas shifted uncomfortably, glancing at the others as if looking for support. His's gaze flickered between Brittany and Wade, clearly unsure which side to choose. Meanwhile, Zane stood quietly off to the side, his expression thoughtful as he observed the two leaders arguing.
"Guys, we need to figure this out now," Ana cut in sharply, crossing her arms. "All this bickering isn't helping anyone. We need to choose a strategy and stick to it."
Brittany looked like she was ready to throw the first dodgeball at Wade's head right then and there, but she held herself back, taking a deep breath. "Fine," she bit out. "Let's just vote."
Wade gave her a mocking bow, still tossing the ball in his hands. "By all means, let democracy decide," he murmured with a smirk.
The group exchanged uneasy looks, huddling together to murmur quickly among themselves. After a few tense moments, Dallas cleared his throat.
"We… uh, we go with Wade's plan," he said reluctantly, glancing at Brittany. "Clay's the target."
Brittany's jaw tightened, and for a moment, it looked like she was going to argue. But then she let out a frustrated huff and turned away. "Whatever," she muttered. "But don't come crying to me if it doesn't work."
"Oh, I won't," Wade replied smoothly, a smug smile playing on his lips. He turned to the rest of the team, clapping his hands together. "Alright, people! Let's get out there and make some noise. And remember, aim high," he added with a wink.
Brittany's glare could have melted steel, but Wade didn't seem to notice—or maybe he just didn't care.
Clara stood slightly apart from the group, watching the exchange with a calculating look in her eyes. She hadn't said a word during the entire argument, but her mind was clearly working overtime, weighing her options and deciding where her loyalties should lie.
"Let's go," Wade called, jogging ahead toward the challenge area. The rest of the Serpents followed reluctantly, Brittany trailing behind, still fuming. As they disappeared around the corner, Zane lingered for a moment, glancing over his shoulder.
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Zane took a deep breath, then quietly slipped away from his team. He moved cautiously, keeping to the shadows until he reached the dock at the edge of camp. As he rounded the corner, he spotted Kylie standing there, alone and staring out at the fores..
"Kylie?" he called softly, stepping closer.
She turned quickly, eyes widening in surprise. "Zane?" she whispered, glancing around as if expecting someone to jump out and catch them. "What are you doing here?"
He offered her a small, lopsided smile. "Just needed a break from the chaos. Figured I'd get some fresh air."
Kylie snorted softly. "Yeah, I don't blame you. Things are… pretty intense over there." She shifted awkwardly, rubbing her arm. "I guess it's… weird being on opposite teams now, huh?"
"Yeah," Zane agreed quietly. "It really is."
For a moment, they just stood there, the awkwardness of their situation hanging in the air between them. Then Zane took a step closer, lowering his voice.
"Listen, I know we're supposed to be enemies now," he said, glancing around to make sure they were alone. "But… I don't want you to get caught up in all the drama on my team. Wade and Brittany… it's a mess over there."
Kylie frowned, concern flickering in her eyes. "Are you okay? I mean… being stuck between them must be hard."
Zane shrugged, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "I'm hanging in there. But you… just be careful, okay?" He hesitated, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, polished stone with a swirl of green and white. It was nothing fancy, just something he'd picked up a long time ago—but it was unique, like a tiny piece of home.
"Here," he murmured, holding it out to her. "For luck."
Kylie blinked in surprise, staring at the stone before reaching out and taking it gently. She turned it over in her hand, tracing the smooth surface with her fingertips. "Zane, I… I don't know what to say."
"You don't have to say anything," he replied softly. "Just… don't tell Brittany, okay? She'll think I'm going soft."
Kylie let out a soft laugh, the sound light and musical. "Your secret's safe with me." She slipped the stone into her pocket, then looked up at him, her gaze serious. "You be careful too, okay? Don't let them push you around."
Zane smiled, warmth flickering in his eyes. "I'll try my best."
They shared a small, quiet smile, the bond between them still strong despite the competition. For a moment, it felt like they were back on the same side.
"Good luck out there," Kylie whispered as Zane turned to leave.
"You too," he murmured, glancing back one last time before disappearing around the corner.
Kylie stood there for a moment longer, her hand resting over the small stone in her pocket. No matter what happened in the game, she knew one thing for sure—she'd be keeping an eye on Zane.
Confessional-Zane
"I can't let myself get distracted again, focus on the game and the money and then after I win I can ask Kylie out on a real date."
End Confessional
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Kylie returned to camp and saw the rest of the Voyagers huddled up together, their expressions tense and uncertain. Junior took a deep breath, glancing around at his teammates—Melissa, Brianna, Clay, Kylie, Wolfie, and Ax. They were a strong team, but the loss of Katie had shaken them. He knew they needed to pull together, now more than ever.
"Alright, everyone, listen up!" Junior called out, raising his voice just enough to grab their attention. The team turned to face him, and he offered them an encouraging smile. "We've got this, okay? We've been through worse. We just need to stay focused and play to our strengths."
Kylie nodded, her eyes bright with determination. "Yeah, we've done it before. We can do it again."
"That's the spirit!" Junior replied, his smile widening. He turned to Brianna, who was standing a little apart from the group, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. We just need to stay calm, and remember: we've got each other's backs."
Brianna glanced up, her expression conflicted. She looked like she wanted to believe him, but doubt still lingered in her eyes. Junior gave her a reassuring nod, then stepped back to let the team break apart for their warm-ups.
As the team spread out, Clay noticed Brianna still standing off to the side, her shoulders hunched. He hesitated for a moment, then made his way over, his expression softening.
"Hey," he murmured, stopping beside her. "You okay?"
Brianna glanced up at him, biting her lip. "Yeah, I just… I don't want to mess up again."
Clay's brow furrowed, and he shook his head. "You're not going to mess up, Bri. You're one of our most determined players out here. I mean it."
She gave him a small, doubtful smile. "You really think so?"
"I know so," Clay insisted gently. Then, without thinking, he started humming a familiar tune—the same one he'd played during one of their quiet moments back at camp. The soft, lilting melody filled the air between them, and Brianna's eyes widened slightly.
"Isn't that…?" she began, but Clay just nodded, continuing to hum.
Slowly, hesitantly, Brianna started humming along. The tension seemed to melt away from her shoulders, and she closed her eyes for a moment, letting the music calm her nerves. When the song ended, she opened her eyes again, and this time, there was a real smile on her face.
"Thanks, Clay," she murmured softly.
Clay shrugged, his own smile warm and easy. "Anytime."
They shared a brief, quiet moment, and then Brianna straightened, squaring her shoulders. "Let's do this."
Confessions-Brianna
"Who knew Clay was so nice and has good tastes in music, I need to spend more time with him."
End Confessional
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DodgeBall Court*
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The campers lined up on opposite sides of the muddy dodgeball court, eyeing each other warily. Inflatable obstacles were scattered across the field, and the ground was slick and uneven, promising a messy, chaotic game.
Chris stood between the two teams, beaming as he held a whistle to his lips. "Ready, set… go!" he shouted, blowing the whistle sharply.
The game exploded into action.
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Round One
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The Serpents came out strong, their strategy clear and focused. Wade immediately set his sights on Brianna, his taunts cutting through the air like knives.
"Miss again, Bri? You're not really cut out for this game, are you?" he sneered as he launched a dodgeball straight at her.
"Focus on the big guy, this was your plan you fool" yelled Brittany.
Brianna froze for a split second, her confidence wavering. But before the ball could hit her, Clay stepped in, deflecting it with a well-timed throw of his own.
"Keep your head up, Bri!" he called, his voice steady and encouraging.
Brianna took a deep breath, then nodded. She ducked behind an inflatable wall, gripping the dodgeball in her hands as she watched for an opening. When Leon stepped out into the open, she acted on instinct, hurling the ball with all her strength.
It struck Leon square in the chest, knocking him out of the game. Then the ball exploded glitter all over his face.
Brianna blinked in surprise, then a grin spread across her face as the rest of the Voyagers cheered. Her confidence restored, she moved back into position, ready for more.
Leon and Brittany, both targeting Clay, finally had success with Leon hitting him but only because Dallas targeted Melissa and Clay jumped in front of the ball. Melissa was hit right afterwards by Wade, who glared at Brianna "Now your best friend is gone, what are you gonna do now" he chuckled.
Brianna, now angry, threw the ball and hit Wade square in the chest. As it hit Wade we saw it open and it was full of cream of wheat which was then dripping down onto Wade. We then see a montage of the two teams throwing back and forth until the Voyagers win with only Ax and Junior left on the court.
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Round Two
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Junior took charge in the second round, his voice ringing out over the chaos.
"Kylie, on the left! Wolfie, cover the middle! We can do this!"
Kylie darted forward, her movements quick and agile. She wove through the obstacles with ease, dodging ball after ball. Then, in a sudden burst of speed, she leapt onto one of the trampolines, launching herself into the air.
"Gotcha!" she shouted, flinging a dodgeball straight down. It hit Clara on the shoulder, knocking her out.
Even with a quick start, Brittany, Dallas and Leon made quick work of the remaining Voyagers. At the end it came down to Kylie verus Brittany, Wade and Zane.
Kylie jumped up again hitting Wade in the chest, but as she was mid jump and vulnerable Zane took his shot and hit her hard in the shoulder.
Kylie hit the ground hard and looked sad, defeated and confused.
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Confessional-Zane
"I didn't mean to hit her that hard.. Maybe I should be on the villains team, I just want to win. Am I secretly a villain? He shuddered at the thought.
End Confessional
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Round Three
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The final round came down to just a few players on each side: Junior, Clay, and Kylie for the Voyagers; Wade, Brittany, and Clara for the Serpents.
It was a tense, high-stakes face-off, each team watching the other warily.
Brianna, gathering strength from Clay's support earlier, faced off against Clara in a dramatic showdown. With a quick, powerful throw, she managed to hit Clara square in the chest, eliminating her.
But Wade, furious, took his shot. His throw was hard and fast, and it struck Brianna before she could react, sending her out of the game.
"Bri!" Clay shouted, his expression tightening.
"Focus, Clay!" Junior called. "We can still win this."
With a nod, Clay and Junior worked together, maneuvering Brittany into a corner. Junior acted as a decoy, drawing her attention, while Clay aimed a precise shot that hit Brittany's leg, knocking her out.
Then in a way no one expected Wade was suddenly dodging and actually looked athletic for the first time since they had all arrived on the island. He managed to catch a ball which brought in Zane who was able to finish off the rest of the voyagers and give the win to the Serpents. This was because Zane threw a special ball that split into two balls hitting both of his enemies at the same time.
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The Sinister Serpents sat on the bleachers, muddy and exhausted, but with triumphant grins spreading across their faces. Wade's smirk was as smug as ever, while Brittany tossed her hair back, shooting glares at Zane, whose expression was unreadable. Across the field, the Voyagers stood in a tight huddle, their faces etched with frustration and tension.
Just then, Chris strolled onto the field, his grin as wide and toothy as a shark's. He clapped his hands together, the sound startling the campers into silence.
"Well, well, well!" he called out, drawing out the words with exaggerated glee. "Talk about a slip, slide, and splatter of a showdown! The Sinister Serpents really threw themselves into the game today!" He winked at the camera, then turned to the victorious Serpents. "You guys had it all—strategy, aggression, and just the right amount of backstabbing to keep things interesting."
The Serpents exchanged smug looks, Wade and Brittany each angling to look like they'd been the team's MVP. Chris pointed at Wade, giving him an exaggerated wink.
"Nice shot, Wade. That was some killer aim with that glitter bomb dodgeball. I think Brianna's gonna be coughing up sparkles for weeks." He chuckled, then turned to Brittany, raising a brow. "And Brittany—great leadership... sort of. Might wanna work on the whole 'playing nice' thing, though."
The Serpents just nodded and smirked, clearly basking in the praise. Chris clapped his hands again, his grin turning almost devilish as he spun around to face the Voyagers.
"And as for you, Valiant Voyagers…" he drawled, his voice dripping with faux sympathy. "Ouch. So close, yet so far, huh?" He tutted softly, shaking his head in mock pity. "But, hey, look on the bright side—you still managed to not completely fall apart! And let's give it up for Junior's almost good leadership!" He paused for a beat, then added, "And I do mean almost."
Junior's shoulders tensed, but he kept his expression neutral, staring back at Chris with a determined look.
Chris continued, his smile widening. "But, sadly, almost doesn't cut it in Total Drama. You know what that means…" He spread his arms wide, like he was delivering the punchline to his favorite joke. "One of you is heading down the Dock of Shame tonight!"
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Mess Hall: Outside*
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The Sinister Serpents were gathered loosely near the mess hall after the challenge and dinner, cleaning off the mud and catching their breath. Wade leaned against the side of the building, watching the Voyagers from across the camp as they sat huddled together, discussing the upcoming vote. His eyes narrowed thoughtfully as he traced each of their faces—Brianna, looking anxious and isolated; Melissa, tense but determined; Junior, clearly struggling to keep everyone together.
Perfect.
Clara stepped up beside him, arching an eyebrow as she followed his gaze. "Planning your next move already?" she murmured, her voice low.
Wade glanced at her, his lips curving into a slow, calculating smile. "You know me so well," he purred. He tilted his head slightly, keeping his voice quiet. "The Voyagers are on the brink of breaking. Bri and Melissa… they're the glue holding that team together. But put too much pressure on a weak link…" He trailed off, his smile turning sharp.
"They snap," Clara finished softly, her eyes gleaming with understanding.
"Exactly," Wade replied, his gaze never leaving the Voyagers. "We just need to give them that final push. And I think you're the perfect one to do it."
Clara's brow furrowed slightly. "Me? Why me?"
"Because you're subtle," Wade said smoothly. "And they're more likely to listen to someone who's not me." He shifted his weight, leaning closer to her. "All you have to do is drop a few hints. Casually mention that Brianna and Melissa together are weighing the team down. That they're causing more problems than they're solving."
Clara raised an eyebrow, considering. "And why would they believe me?"
"Because you're not wrong," Wade pointed out, his tone matter-of-fact. "Brianna's already a wreck, and Melissa's trying to do too much. They'll never win if they keep relying on those two to hold everything together." He paused, then added softly, "All you have to do is get Junior and Kylie thinking about it. Let them draw their own conclusions."
Clara's lips curved into a thoughtful smile. "Interesting… And what's in it for me?"
Wade's grin widened. "You'll get to watch them crumble. Plus, it keeps us in control. As long as the Voyagers are busy tearing themselves apart, they're not a threat to us."
Clara considered for a moment longer, then nodded slowly. "Alright. I'll talk to them."
Wade's smile turned almost genuine. "Good girl."
He pushed off the wall and stretched lazily, casting one last glance at the Voyagers. "I'll handle the rest."
As Clara turned to head toward the Voyagers' side of camp, Wade spotted Dallas walking by, his shoulders slumped and his expression bored. Wade's smile turned sly as he sauntered over, clapping a hand on Dallas's shoulder.
"Hey, buddy," he drawled, keeping his tone casual. "Got a quick favor to ask."
Dallas looked up, blinking in surprise. "Uh… sure? What's up?"
"Just need you to pass along a little… tidbit," Wade said lightly, his expression innocent. "You know, just mention to the Voyagers—real casual-like—that you heard Brianna and Melissa might be holding the team back. Nothing major. Just drop it in like it's an afterthought." He gave Dallas a friendly nudge. "Think you can handle that?"
Dallas frowned, looking confused. "But… why would I—?"
Wade's smile sharpened. "Because it's true. And because it'll shake them up just enough to get them questioning each other." He leaned in slightly, dropping his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Trust me, if they're second-guessing each other, we'll have the upper hand."
Dallas hesitated, glancing over at the Voyagers, then back at Wade. "And… I just say it like I didn't mean to?"
"Exactly," Wade replied, his eyes gleaming. "Like you accidentally let it slip. Maybe while you're chatting with Leon, or even just muttering to yourself when one of them's nearby." He patted Dallas's shoulder again, his smile softening into something almost reassuring. "Just make it seem like a mistake."
Dallas chewed his lip, clearly uncertain. But after a long moment, he nodded reluctantly. "Okay. I… I can do that."
"Atta boy," Wade murmured, giving him a quick, approving smile. "Remember—casual and unintentional. You got this."
With that, he stepped back, watching with satisfaction as Dallas wandered off toward the Voyagers' camp, his expression still confused but determined. Wade's smirk returned as he turned away, his mind already spinning with possibilities.
"Let's see how long that team unity lasts," he murmured softly, his eyes glinting with malicious delight.
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Campfire Pit*
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The Valiant Voyagers gathered around the flickering campfire, the air heavy with tension and unspoken worry. Shadows danced across their faces as the flames crackled softly, each camper casting nervous glances at one another. Chris McLean stood before them, framed by the dark forest and the bright, crackling flames, holding his signature silver platter of marshmallows.
"Voyagers, welcome to your campfire ceremony," Chris announced, his grin wide and gleaming with the thrill of the moment. He paced slowly, making sure each camper felt the weight of his words. "You all know the rules: if I call your name, you get a marshmallow, meaning you're safe for another day of backstabbing, betrayal, and, oh yeah, surviving the game. But if you don't get a marshmallow…"—he paused, his grin turning almost sinister—"you'll be taking that unfortunate trip down the Dock of Shame, boarding the Boat of Losers, and sailing away into obscurity. At least, for the rest of this season."
The Voyagers stiffened, their eyes locked on the tray of marshmallows. Melissa and Brianna exchanged a tense look, while Junior shifted slightly, glancing between his teammates.
"Alright then," Chris continued, picking up the first marshmallow. "Let's get to it!"
He tossed the marshmallow into the air. "Clay!"
Clay caught it easily, a relieved smile spreading across his face as he leaned back, letting out a quiet breath.
"Ax!" Chris called next, and Ax snatched the marshmallow with a small nod of approval, his expression calm and collected.
"Kylie!" The marshmallow arced through the air, and Kylie reached up confidently, catching it with a firm grip.
"Junior!" Chris announced, and Junior caught his marshmallow with a quick, grateful nod. He glanced briefly at Melissa and Brianna, worry flickering in his eyes.
"Wolfie!" Chris called, and Wolfie's hand shot up, snatching the marshmallow mid-air with a wide grin.
The tension around the campfire thickened as Chris picked up the last marshmallow. He held it up, watching the campers closely. Gaze shifting between Melissa and Brianna.
"Brianna!"
Brianna's shoulders sagged in relief. She reached out with a shaky smile, catching the marshmallow and clutching it tightly. Her gaze flickered briefly to Melissa, filled with guilt and sadness.
Confessional-Wade
"Even from over here they fall like dominoes and I remain on my throne, puppets are so easy to control."
End Confessional
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The Dock*
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The camera panned to the familiar wooden dock, where the moonlight shimmered off the calm water. Melissa stood at the end of the pier, her shoulders slumped slightly as she stared out at the lake. The Boat of Losers bobbed gently beside her, its engine idling quietly.
Chris McLean strolled onto the dock, his grin wide and almost sympathetic—but not quite. He clapped his hands together, drawing Melissa's attention.
"Well, Melissa," he began cheerfully, "it looks like your Total Drama journey ends here. Any parting words for your former team?"
Melissa sighed softly, then turned to face the camera. "I just… I hope the Voyagers remember what really matters. We're supposed to be a team… and we can't let the Serpents tear us apart."
Chris nodded thoughtfully, as if considering her words. Then his grin widened, and he gestured grandly toward the boat. "Well, good luck with that, Melissa! Because from what I've seen, team unity isn't exactly the Voyagers' strong suit these days!"
Melissa's eyes narrowed slightly, but she just shook her head and stepped onto the boat. As soon as she settled into her seat, Chris raised his hand dramatically.
"And with that, another camper bites the dust!" he announced, his voice booming across the lake. "But don't change the channel, folks! Because things are just getting good! With tensions simmering among the Sinister Serpents and the Voyagers on the verge of falling apart, it's anyone's guess who'll be next to face the chop!"
The camera zoomed in on Chris's face as he leaned forward, his grin turning almost wicked. "Will Brianna manage to pull herself together without her bestie? Will Wade and Clara keep manipulating the game from the shadows? And will anyone be able to stop the Serpents from picking the Voyagers off one by one? Find out next time… on Total! Drama! Heroes! And! Villains!"
The scene faded to black, the sound of the Boat of Losers' engine revving up echoing softly in the background as it pulled away from the dock, carrying Melissa off into the night.
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Remaining Campers
Sinister Serpents
Ana, Brittany, Clara, Dallas, Leon, Wade, Zane (7)
Valiant Voyagers
Ax, Brianna(Bri), Clay, Giovanni(Wolfie), Junior, & Kylie (6)
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Elimination Order
14-Melissa (Mel) (The Fandom Girl) Voyagers/Bards
15-Katie (The Sweet Girl) Voyagers/Goblins
16th-Howard (The Socially Awkward Hunter) Serpents/Goblins
17th-Zane (The Strategist) Renegades
18th-Hardington (The Feminine Gentleman) Bards
19th-Julia (The Obsessed Writer) Goblins
20th-Sadie (The Sweet Girl's Friend) Goblins
21st-Kevin (The Autistic Sweetheart) Bards
22nd-Alice C. (The Social Genius) Renegades
23rd-Junior (The Son(Of Father and Son) Bards
24th-Rodney (The Country Boy) Goblins
25th-Lindsay (The Dumb Princess) Bards
26th-Alice W. (The Silent Musician) Bards
27th-Abigail (Abby) (The Incurable Prankster) Goblins
28th-Emmeline(Emma)(The Insecure Dancer) Bards
29th-Duncan (The Delinquent) Renegades
30th-Nathan (The Idea Guy) N/A
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Votes
Ax, Clay & Wolfie voted for Melissa (3)
Junior & Kylie voted for Brianna (2)
Brianna & Melissa voted for Wolfie (2)
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Author's Note
I really loved Melissa and so I am so sad to see her go, but I think it was time, especially because it continues to show who Wade is and how he is going to continue to play at least as long as he can. Thank you OppsieDasi for letting me use such a fun and interesting character.
What did yall think of this chapter? What are predictions for the next chapter? (Hopefully it gets out a bit sooner)
-Caleb (Poetic)
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Mel's Audition Tape:
Mel walks into the view of the camera and smiles.
"Hello! I am Melissa, thoigh call me Mel if you don't want to be stabbed." She laughs "I'm kidding... probably. Anyway. I want to be apart of Total Drama because, like damn have you SEEN THE PRICES ON MERCH! I want all of the shirts on the undertale merch page and all of the pins a-"
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"And don't forget there's the ones you can the unofficial ones. I saw amazing Harry Potter jewelry and -"
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"And OMG I remember I read this one fic where-"
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"And that COMIC! I cried so hard! I mean-"
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"And yeah! So! Pick me!"
"...what do you mean it's too long?"
END*
FINALLY*