The warm hum of intro music plays, jazzy and upbeat, before fading into the background. Sitting comfortably in a plush chair, Julia adjusts her microphone and scans her notes, her lips curling into a smirk that promises trouble. Her studio setup is minimalistic but elegant, with the faint glow of purple lighting bouncing off her sleek desk. She taps her pen rhythmically against her notepad as she begins, her voice smooth but cutting like a freshly sharpened knife.

"Welcome to the very first episode of Get Over Yourself, the show where eliminated contestants spill their regrets, their grudges, and hopefully, some dirt. I'm Julia—your witty, charismatic host. And today, we're diving into what went wrong for our very first boot of the season: Jo. Now, if you watched Episode 1, you'll remember Jo as the self-proclaimed leader of the Fearless Flyers. But as fate would have it, her team decided to fly without her. Let's hear her side of the story—if she can admit she made any mistakes, that is." Julia presses a button, and a soundbite of Jo barking "Pick up the pace, losers!" blasts through the speakers before trailing off into silence. Julia chuckles to herself, already anticipating the chaos to come.

The studio door creaks open, and in walks Jo, her combat boots clunking heavily against the floor. Her presence is as commanding as ever, even if there's a storm of frustration brewing behind her eyes. She's dressed in her signature tank top and cargo pants, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as she drops into the chair across from Julia. She doesn't say anything at first, but her glare speaks volumes.

"Jo," Julia says, her voice dripping with faux sweetness. "Welcome to Get Over Yourself. I know this isn't where you thought you'd be right now, but let's make the most of it, shall we?"

Jo rolls her eyes. "Let's just get this over with."

Julia grins, leaning in slightly. "Oh, trust me, this is going to be fun. So, let's start with the obvious—why do you think your team voted you out first?"

Jo exhales sharply, shifting in her seat like she's been waiting for this question. "Because they're soft. I came in with a plan: take charge, push them to be better, and win challenges. But instead of appreciating that, they turned on me." Her tone is defensive, almost bitter, and Julia can't help but relish the opportunity to press further.

"Soft, huh?" Julia raises an eyebrow, tapping her pen thoughtfully against her notes. "Or maybe they just didn't appreciate being yelled at like they were in boot camp?"

"I wasn't yelling," Jo argues, though the slight blush creeping up her neck suggests she knows otherwise. "I was motivating them. There's a difference."

"Motivating them by calling them useless?" Julia counters, flipping through her notes. "Because I have several soundbites that suggest otherwise." She presses another button, and Jo's voice blares through the speakers: "If you can't keep up, don't bother showing up!"

Jo stands abruptly, muttering something under her breath as she storms out of the studio. The door slams shut, and Julia turns back to the mic, grinning. "And that, folks, was Jo. But don't go anywhere—we've got a surprise guest who just dropped in. Literally. Give it up for Ezekiel!"

Jo's eyes narrow. "I wasn't the weakest player. They made a mistake."

"Maybe," Julia says, tilting her head. "Or maybe being a good leader isn't just about barking orders. It's about inspiring people to want to follow you." She lets the words hang in the air, watching Jo's expression shift ever so slightly. There's a flicker of something—regret, perhaps—but it's quickly buried beneath her usual stubbornness.

"I don't play the 'nice' game," Jo says finally. "I focus on winning."

"And how's that working out for you?" Julia shoots back.

Jo glares but doesn't respond, and Julia knows she's hit a nerve. Deciding to ease up—just a little—she flips to the next section of her notes. "Let's talk about your team. Who did you trust the least?"

"Bowie," Jo answers immediately, as if she's been holding onto that answer for days. "He's too smooth, too manipulative. I don't trust people who smile while they're scheming."

"Fair enough," Julia says, scribbling down a note. "And Courtney? You mentioned her during your confessionals."

Jo smirks. "I was planning to take her out next. She's just as calculating as Bowie, but she hides it better. I knew she'd be a problem if I let her stay too long."

Julia chuckles. "Well, you certainly don't hold back, do you?" She leans forward, resting her chin on her hand. "Now, let's address the elephant in the room. How does it feel knowing Ezekiel lasted longer than you?"

"Stay in school," Ezekiel says with a shy grin.

"Oh, but I have to," Julia says, laughing. "The guy literally fell off the train, and he still outlasted you. Come on, Jo, that's gotta sting."

"It does," Jo admits through gritted teeth. "But it was a fluke. If I get another chance, I'm taking everyone down."

"I'll hold you to that," Julia says with a wink. "Thanks for joining us, Jo. Don't forget your parting gift: a lifetime supply of humble pie."

Jo stands abruptly, muttering something under her breath as she storms out of the studio. The door slams shut, and Julia turns back to the mic, grinning. "And that, folks, was Jo. But don't go anywhere—we've got a surprise guest who just dropped in. Literally. Give it up for Ezekiel!"

The door creaks open again, and Ezekiel steps in, looking awkward and unsure of himself. His beanie is slightly askew, and he fidgets with the strings of his hoodie as he slowly makes his way to the chair across from Julia. He sits down, offering a shy smile that barely hides his nerves.

"Ezekiel!" Julia greets warmly, her tone surprisingly soft compared to the sharp sarcasm she had for Jo. "What brings you here?"

Ezekiel rubs the back of his neck, his cheeks flushing. "Chris kicked me off the train, eh. I, uh, fell off."

Julia can't help it—she bursts into laughter, nearly doubling over in her chair. "You fell off the train again? Zeke, this is your third time on the show. You'd think you'd have learned by now to avoid open doors."

"I know," Ezekiel mutters, looking down at his hands. "It wasn't my fault, though. The wind was strong, and I lost my balance." He sighs. "I just wanted to do better this time."

Julia's laughter fades as she leans forward, her curiosity piqued. "Okay, let's back up for a second. I know the fans want to hear about your experience going feral during Total Drama World Tour. What happened there, Zeke? How did you end up that way, and why did it take so long for you to get back to normal?"

Ezekiel shifts in his seat, clearly uncomfortable but willing to share. "It started when I got eliminated early, eh. I was hiding on the plane, and no one knew I was there. I didn't have much to eat—just scraps I could find. After a while, it messed with my head. I was hungry, lonely, and tired, and it just... happened." He pauses, his fingers twitching as he recalls the memories. "I stopped thinking like myself. I was just focused on surviving."

Julia leans in, her gaze locked on him. "What do you remember about that time?"

"Not much," Ezekiel admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's all kind of blurry. I remember running, hiding, and feeling like everyone was out to get me. I didn't trust anyone. I was scared of them, and they were scared of me. I guess that only made it worse."

Julia's expression softens, and for a moment, she lets the silence linger. Then, gently, she asks, "How did you finally come back from that?"

Ezekiel takes a deep breath, his shoulders rising and falling. "After I was caught, they sent me home, but it wasn't easy. I had to go through therapy. My family helped a lot, especially my mom. It took months—almost a year—to feel normal again." He looks up, meeting Julia's gaze. "Even now, sometimes I wonder if I'll ever really be the same."

Julia is quiet for a moment, then she says, "That must've been hard. But you came back. That's something to be proud of."

Ezekiel nods slowly. "Yeah. I worked hard to get here. When Chris called and said they wanted me back, I thought... maybe this was my chance to prove I'm not the same guy who went feral." He lets out a small, bitter laugh. "But then I fell off the train, and now I'm right back where I started."

Julia tilts her head, studying him carefully. "Do you feel like you failed?"

Julia laughs, the sound bright and genuine. "Classic Zeke. Thanks for joining me. Don't trip on your way out."

Julia leans forward, her voice gentle but firm. "For what it's worth, I think you've come a long way. You're not the same Ezekiel who was hiding in the cargo hold of a plane. You're here, talking about your journey, and that takes courage."

Ezekiel's lips twitch into a small smile. "Thanks, Julia."

She gives him a warm nod before shifting gears. "So, tell me—what does this season mean to you? Why did you say yes when Chris asked you to come back?"

Ezekiel takes a deep breath, his gaze softening. "I said yes because I knew this might be my last chance. Let's be real—Chris isn't going to call me back again. I'm not the kind of contestant people want to keep seeing. I just... wanted to be part of the show one last time. I grew up watching Total Drama before I was on it. Being part of it, even when things went wrong, was the biggest thing that ever happened to me. I didn't want it to end without one more shot."

Julia's smile falters, and for a moment, she's quiet, absorbing the weight of his words. When she finally speaks, her voice is softer than before. "That's... really heartfelt, Zeke. And honestly? I think a lot of people are going to respect you for sharing that."

Ezekiel chuckles softly, though there's a hint of sadness in his eyes. "I just wanted to prove that I could be more than the guy who went feral or the guy who fell off the train. Even if this is my last time, I'm glad I got to be here."

Julia takes a deep breath, sitting back in her chair as she processes what he's said. Then, with her usual playful energy returning, she grins. "Well, you've certainly made an impression. And who knows? Maybe this isn't the end for you. Chris likes to keep us guessing."

"Maybe," Ezekiel says with a small smile. "But if it is, I'm happy I got to do this."

"You've got a good attitude, Zeke," Julia says warmly. "Now, before we wrap up, any final words for your fans?"

Ezekiel thinks for a moment, then grins shyly. "Uh... stay in school, eh?"

Julia laughs, the sound bright and genuine. "Classic Zeke. Thanks for joining me. Don't trip on your way out."

As Ezekiel's footsteps fade and the door closes behind him, Julia turns back to the mic, her smirk shifting into a full-blown grin. She taps a button on her soundboard, activating a new jingle—an upbeat tune signaling the start of her favorite segment.

"And now, my dear listeners, it's time for the part of the show where I give you the honest, unfiltered truth: fan questions. Let's see what you've got for me today."

She scrolls through her tablet, humming to herself until she lands on the first question. "Ooooh, this one's good. @DramaQueenXoxo asks, 'Julia, who do you think is most likely to win this season, and who's destined to flop harder than Jo?'"

Julia chuckles, leaning into the mic as if she's about to share a juicy secret. "I'm glad you asked. Most likely to win? My bet's on Bowie. He's charming, strategic, and knows how to stay under the radar while still pulling the strings. The guy's already got half the cast wrapped around his finger, and it's only Episode 1. Meanwhile, Courtney's probably sitting in a corner writing a three-page plan on how to ruin him. It's going to be fun to watch."

She flips her hair dramatically. "Now, as for the contestant who's destined to crash and burn... it's gotta be Owen. Don't get me wrong—I adore the guy. He's hilarious and probably the heart of the season, but let's face it: his stomach will get him in trouble before anything else. If there's a challenge involving food, we're witnessing his downfall. You can't strategize when you're too busy devouring everything in sight."

Julia pauses, tapping her pen against her lips. "Though, to be fair, Lightning's not far behind him. I mean, the guy talks like he's already won, but I haven't seen him do anything yet except flex and yell 'SHA-BAM!' If he doesn't step up soon, he's toast."

She swipes to the next question. "Here's one from @AlienFan97—love the name, by the way. They ask, 'Did you actually enjoy having Jo on the show, or were you relieved when she left?'"

Julia snickers. "Oh, Jo. Look, I'll give her credit—she's a beast in challenges. But socially? She's about as subtle as a tornado. Watching her try to 'lead' her team was like watching someone light a fire and then act surprised when it burns everything down. Was I relieved when she left? A little. But you can't deny she gave us great content. So, thanks for the memories, Jo. Maybe next time, don't act like you're leading a military campaign."

She scrolls again, her eyes lighting up when she sees the next question. "Oh, this one's from @TotalDramaGossip, and it's spicy: 'What's the most shocking confession you've heard from an eliminated contestant so far?'"

Julia leans in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Honestly, Ezekiel's confession about this being his last season hit me hard. I wasn't expecting him to be so open about what he's been through, and it kind of put things into perspective. But you know what's even more shocking? The fact that Lindsay actually made it through the first episode without accidentally voting herself off." She bursts into laughter, shaking her head. "Don't get me wrong, I love Lindsay, but let's be real—if anyone could accidentally eliminate themselves by misunderstanding the rules, it's her."

Wiping a tear from the corner of her eye, Julia moves on to the final question. "Here's a fun one from @BowieIsKing—biased much? They ask, 'Which contestants do you think will betray their alliances the fastest?'"

Julia's grin widens like a cat who's just spotted a mouse. "Bowie, for sure. The guy's playing the long game, and when the time comes, he's not going to hesitate to cut someone loose. But you know who might surprise you? Zoey. She's sweet and loyal on the surface, but if things get rough, I can see her pulling the rug out from under someone if it means saving herself. Don't underestimate the quiet ones—they're the ones you have to watch out for."

She pauses, her smirk turning even more mischievous. "Oh, and let's not forget Alejandro. If you're in an alliance with him and you're not constantly looking over your shoulder, you've already lost. The guy's betrayal is practically a guarantee."

Julia taps her tablet, closing out the fan questions with a satisfied sigh. "Well, that's all the time we have today, folks. But don't worry—I'll be back with more answers, more roasts, and probably a lot more dirt on your favorite contestants. Until then, remember: if you think you're safe, you're probably next. This has been Get Over Yourself. Bye for now!"

\\ A/N: This is considered to be both a replacement/reference to the Aftermath show and because I made this based off one scene from Season 2 of the Reboot with Julia MK and decided to incorporate it into this series. If you'd like, leave a question and it might be brought in the next episode of this.