"Last time on Total Drama: Pahkitew Island, our campers got tied up—literally—in a chaotic three-legged scavenger hunt. Sammy and Jasmine proved to be the dream team, while Gerald caused his usual chaos. In the end, Scarlett couldn't think her way out of elimination and was sent flying off the island. Now, with 14 campers left, things are getting messier. Which alliances will crumble, and who's next to take the plunge off the Cannon of Shame? Find out right here, right now, on Total. Drama. Pahkitew Island!"

Morning dew glistened on the leaves as sunlight filtered through the trees. Inside the tree fort, Jasmine climbed down the ladder, her boots landing softly on the ground. Sammy followed, yawning and stretching as she adjusted her ponytail.

"Ready for another day of surviving Chris's insanity?" Jasmine asked.

"More like surviving Max's villain monologues," Sammy replied, giggling.

Nearby, Rodney and Johnny were building a small campfire, while Thomas leaned against a tree, fiddling with a stick. Topher sat cross-legged, recording himself on his phone, as usual.

"Another day, another opportunity to show the world why I'm the next Chris McLean," Topher said dramatically to the imaginary camera.

"Yeah, sure," Thomas muttered. "Just don't trip over your own ego on the way."

CONFESSIONAL: TOPHER

"Some people might not see it yet, but I'm the guy for this job. Chris can't host forever, right?"

At Team Maskwak's camp, Sky jogged along the shoreline, beads of sweat glistening on her forehead. Ella hummed a tune as she gathered berries, while Dave sorted through supplies. Gerald sat near the fire pit, flipping a small rock between his fingers. His smirk was as present as ever.

"Do you ever stop plotting?" Dave asked, throwing him a suspicious glance.

"Why would I?" Gerald replied smoothly. "You have to think ahead in this game. Keeps you alive."

Sky jogged past them, slowing just enough to chime in. "Maybe you should think about being less obvious."

CONFESSIONAL: SKY

"Gerald's sneaky, but I'm keeping my eye on him. He might think he's untouchable, but he's got a blind spot, and I'm going to find it."

Chris's voice suddenly crackled through the loudspeakers. "Rise and shine, campers! Head to the waterfall clearing for today's challenge—hope you're not afraid of heights!"

The announcement sent a ripple of groans through both camps.

The campers arrived at a clearing where a massive waterfall roared, cascading into a large pool below. A narrow cliffside path wound up the rock face, and ropes, harnesses, and slippery obstacles lined the course.

Chris grinned as he stood on a platform overlooking the scene. "Welcome to Waterfall Wipeout! Today's challenge will test your balance, teamwork, and ability to avoid total humiliation."

Chef blew an airhorn, startling everyone.

"Here's how it works," Chris continued. "You'll race to the top of the cliff, navigating obstacles along the way. Once you reach the top, you'll rappel down into the pool below and retrieve a team flag hidden underwater. First team to grab both flags wins immunity, and the losing team heads to the campfire ceremony."

Gerald raised an eyebrow. "What happens if someone falls off the cliff?"

Chris shrugged nonchalantly. "You'll get really wet."

CONFESSIONAL: DAVE

"Yep, another challenge where the risk of serious injury is just part of the fun."

Chris clapped his hands. "Alright, teams—pick your order. Two racers per team at a time, and remember: no teamwork means no victory."

Chris blew the airhorn, and the first pairs bolted up the narrow cliff path. Jasmine and Thomas kept a steady pace, carefully navigating the slippery rocks. Sky, ever the athlete, led the way for Team Maskwak, while Gerald followed close behind.

"Careful, Gerald," Sky warned. "One wrong step, and you'll be swimming early."

"I'm not worried," Gerald replied smoothly.

Jasmine and Thomas reached the first obstacle: a series of swinging vines that dangled over the edge of the cliff. Jasmine grabbed a vine and swung across with ease, landing gracefully on the other side.

"Your turn!" she called to Thomas.

Thomas hesitated, eyeing the drop below. "If I die, I'm haunting Chris."

"Just go!" Jasmine urged.

Thomas grabbed the vine and swung across, barely making it. Meanwhile, Sky and Gerald reached the vines, with Sky easily clearing the gap. Gerald, however, slipped mid-swing and dangled precariously over the edge.

"Need help?" Sky called back.

Gerald gritted his teeth. "Nope. I've got it." He swung himself back onto the path, slightly out of breath but determined to keep up.

Both teams reached the top around the same time and strapped into their harnesses. They rappelled down the waterfall, water spraying their faces as they descended. Jasmine hit the pool first, followed by Sky.

Underwater, they searched for the team flags. Jasmine spotted the Kinosewak flag and grabbed it, surfacing with a triumphant whoop. Sky found the Maskwak flag moments later, but Jasmine had already swum back to shore, securing the first point for Kinosewak.

Sammy and Rodney started strong, using their combined balance to navigate the narrow path. Rodney, eager to impress Sammy, moved faster than usual but nearly slipped on a wet patch.

"Careful!" Sammy warned, grabbing his arm.

"Thanks," Rodney mumbled, blushing.

Meanwhile, Dave and Ella struggled to keep pace. Dave slipped twice, and Ella had to help him regain his balance.

At the swinging vines, Sammy soared across easily, but Rodney hesitated. "I'm not great with heights," he admitted.

"Just don't look down," Sammy encouraged.

Rodney closed his eyes and swung across, landing safely.

Dave and Ella were far behind, with Dave muttering, "Why do I always get the worst obstacles?"

CONFESSIONAL: DAVE

"Between swinging vines and slippery rocks, this challenge is just one giant disaster waiting to happen."

At the top, Sammy and Rodney rappelled down quickly, with Sammy retrieving the flag underwater. Team Kinosewak secured their second point, guaranteeing their win.

The flames crackled softly as Team Maskwak sat around the campfire, their faces tense in the glow of the firelight. Chris stood before them, smirking as he held the tray of marshmallows.

"Tonight, only five of you will get a marshmallow," Chris announced, savoring the suspense. "The camper who doesn't… well, you know the drill."

He tossed marshmallows to Sky, Dave, Ella, and Shawn. This left only Gerald and Elliot without one. The tension in the air thickened.

"Gerald, you've been playing a dangerous game, and some people are starting to catch on," Chris said. "Elliot, you've flown under the radar, but maybe a little too much. And that brings us to the final marshmallow."

The camera zoomed in on Chris's hand as he held the last marshmallow.

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Gerald caught the marshmallow with a smug grin, leaning back against the log as if he had never doubted it. Meanwhile, Elliot's shoulders sagged as the realization set in.

CONFESSIONAL: ELLIOT

"Yeah… I saw it coming. I didn't make the biggest moves, and I guess that's why I'm here. But before I go, I need to do one thing."

Chris gestured toward Chef, who was already preparing the Cannon of Shame. "Time to fly, Elliot!"

Elliot stood slowly, brushing off his pants before turning toward the group. But instead of walking directly to the cannon, he took a detour—to Ella.

The rest of the team watched, Gerald smirking knowingly, while Sky raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Ella," Elliot said, his voice soft but steady. She blinked up at him, her usual cheerful demeanor replaced with curiosity.

"I just… before I go, I wanted to tell you something," he continued, shuffling nervously. "You've been the brightest part of this game for me. I know I'm not the most outgoing guy, but I've always admired how you can stay positive no matter what. And… well, I really like you. I wish I'd said it sooner."

Ella's eyes widened in surprise, her hand flying to her mouth as she processed his words. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the crackling fire filling the silence.

Finally, Ella lowered her hand, giving him a warm, sincere smile. "Oh, Elliot… that's so sweet of you to say. I'm really glad we got to know each other. You've been such a kind friend to me."

Elliot exhaled softly, relief washing over him. "I'm glad I said it, even if it's my last day here."

Ella stepped forward, wrapping him in a quick, gentle hug. "Don't think of it as goodbye. Maybe we'll see each other again, outside of this game."

"I'd like that," Elliot whispered, before stepping back and giving her one last look.

As Chef motioned him toward the cannon, Elliot waved to the rest of the team. "Good luck, guys. Take care of each other."

He climbed into the Cannon of Shame, looking surprisingly at peace. Chris smirked and pressed the button, launching Elliot high into the sky. His voice echoed as he called out one final farewell:

"Goodbye, Ella!"

With a distant whoosh, he disappeared into the night sky.

CONFESSIONAL: ELLA

She smiled, wiping a small tear from her eye. "I'll miss Elliot. He was a really sweet guy. But he's right—this isn't goodbye forever. I hope I see him again."

Chris turned toward the camera, his signature grin lighting up the screen. "And that's another camper launched into the great unknown! Who's next to get caught in the web of lies, alliances, and sabotage? Stay tuned for more drama, right here on Total. Drama. Pahkitew Island!"


Ranking:

20th - Leonard

19th - Hunter

18th - Amy

17th - Beardo

16th - Scarlett

15th - Timothy

14th - Elliot


Votes:

Gerald: 3 votes (Sky, Dave, Ella)

Elliot: 4 votes (Gerald, Shawn, Elliot, and himself as part of gameplay manipulation)