"Last time on Total Drama Island… The teams were given three challenges that tested their trust in their teammates. The rock climbing challenge helped bond together the villains with their enemies… NOT!. And somehow no one died from the killer blowfish, and does Dave actually trust Sky again?. Yeah, very touching moments. The final challenge led to some more campers hating each other rather than like each other… which ultimately culminated in poor Katie's elimination. Good times. Stay tuned for the most dramatic bonfire ceremony yet on Total. Drama. Island!
Theme Song
Sky looked through the window of the boy's cabin, waiting to see if there was any motion. Barely waking up, Ryan noticed her through the window and nearly fell out of his bunk. "I didn't take you for a peeping tom," Ryan exclaimed as he tripped outside.
"Do you know what time Dave gets up?" Sky worriedly asked. "Because I need to tell him something."
"Why wait for Dave when you can talk to him during the challenge? Or at… whatever Chef calls this morning's meal," Ryan replied, nodding towards the Mess Hall.
"Because if I told him during the challenge then it'd probably knock him off guard."
"Uh huh," Ryan crossed his arms and leaned against the door. "Does he not want to talk to you?"
"As a matter of fact," Sky started. She held a finger out and pointed to Ryan's chest before her mood seemingly deflated. "I don't know, he was weird during the last challenge. I want to smooth things over with him."
"So what are you gonna tell him?"
Sky looked at the window again and saw Dave's sleeping form roll over slightly. "I was going to tell Dave that I really, really do like him, but I need to break up with my boyfriend before anything else can happen."
"You went on reality T.V. with a boyfriend back home."
"Well I went on reality T.V. to escape the boyfriend back home," Sky admitted. "I had to lie on my audition to get them to see me."
Ryan and Sky looked at each other blankly. "We are on Total Drama you know. It's not gonna surprise me if you were here to cause a lot more drama with others," Ryan commented. "Just tell him later. I'll see if I can talk to him before the challenge."
"Well," Sky said, a weight off of her shoulders. "What happens today happens today." She gave Ryan a pat on the shoulder and went back into the girls' side.
Confessional, Sky
I hope today goes well. Sorry Keith but we just haven't been the same since you went to drama camp.
"Hey, I saw you talking to Sky," Dave asked Ryan through a newly opened window. "What happened?"
"You just need to talk to her dude, she has some news that'll, well, you'll have to see for yourself."
"Did you talk sense into her?" Dave asked.
"You could say that, but I'd prefer to say 'opening her eyes'," Ryan said mysteriously.
"Listen up, you little cockroaches! I want all campers to report to the Dock of Shame at 0900 hours! That means now, soldiers! Now!" Chef bellowed through the loudspeakers.
"Well you're gonna have to see after the challenge," Ryan deadpanned.
"Or during," Dave added. The two boys went inside and changed out of their clothes into their default attire before running off with the rest of their team.
Confessional, Ryan
Help a guy out with girl problems, build a relationship, ensure his vote if he's on the jury. Doesn't hurt my game whatsoever.
Confessional, Dave
I don't know what Ryan is talking about. But I guess I'll just have to see in the challenge, whatever it is.
"Line up and stand at attention! You call this proper formation?! Knees together!" Chef yelled through his megaphone, slapping Shawn's knees with a wooden stick. The camera zoomed out to show everyone lined up on the dock as Chef walked in front of each of the campers, eyeing them up and down as he held his wooden stick tightly by his side. Chef was dressed in military attire, camo army pants, a green tank top showing off what looked like an anchor tattoo on his left arm. He had a pair of aviators, and a whistle on a necklace around his neck, and finally a green traditional sergeant hat.
"Hey watch it," Shawn replied.
"Arms down!" Chef hit Duncan's arms with his stick
"Oof," Duncan groaned.
"Eyes forward! Head up!" Chef called out, hitting Heather a multitude of times while she complained constantly.
"Oh, this is just going to be a great day." Scott mumbled to Duncan.
"What did you say to me, soldier?!" Chef yelled.
"Um… nothing sir," Scott replied.
"And you'll continue to say nothing until I tell you that you can say something! Today's challenge will not be an easy one. In fact, I do not expect everyone to come out alive! My orders are to make sure that all of the babies in front of me drop out of my boot camp except for one. The last one standing wins immunity for their team!
"Um… excuse me Chef but what happened to our dear host Chris McLean?" Scarlett asked while the others looked around.
"Rule number one! You will address me as Master Chief! Have you got that?!"
"Yes Master Chief!" Everyone yelled.
"You will sleep when I tell you to sleep! And you will eat only when I tell you to eat! Is that clear?!" Master Chief yelled, staring down Brick.
"Yes Master Chief!" Brick yelled loudly and proudly.
"Rule number two! When you are ready to give up, you will walk to the end of the dock and ring the bell. Which brings me to rule number three! I'll have to get one quitter before the end of the first day! And that day will not end until someone drops out! Now get your butts down to the beach, soldiers! Now, now, now!" All the campers sprinted to the beach in order to avoid Master Chief's inevitable wrath.
Confessional, Brick
I'll be honest… I've met more intimidating drill sergeants. Nothing against Master Chief he's great, but Drill Sergeant Hulka is way scarier. His mustache still gives me nightmares.
Confessional, Zoey
This… is going to be a long day.
Confessional, Trent
I signed up for a summer camp game show… not a boot camp… this stinks.
Each team was lined up next to a color coded canoe for each of their teams on the sandy Wawanawkwa beaches. "Listen up! Each team will hold a canoe over their heads! I catch you taking your hands off the canoe, and you will be eliminated. And no one eats lunch until someone drops out. Canoes up!"
"Ha. Child's Play." Duncan smirked.
Time Skip: Three Hours
"This is not child's play," Duncan groaned. The campers had hardly moved, barely saying a word to each other outside of some idle conversation.
"Well no kidding, Sherlock. What made you think that?" Heather snarked, whose arms were incredibly wobbly. Courtney and Dave strained, Ryan's stomach growled, and many others struggled with the weight of the canoe. The camera panned to show Master Chief and Chris each on top of a separate canoe arms and legs crossed.
"Come on you sissies! It's only been three hours!" Master Chief shouted.
"Looks like they missed lunch today," Chris replied.
"Mhmm. It looks like they weren't hungry ENOUGH!" Master Chief maniacally laughed along with his co-host Chris.
Many were struggling to hold the canoe up and attempted to distract themselves with some small talk or games like ISpy or anything to help pass the time. Dave took this opportunity to talk to Sky,
"Look Sky… I wanted to say… I'm sorry for the way I've been acting towards you these past couple days," Dave apologized.
"I-I… no need to apologize Dave, I should've broken up with my Keith before coming on here," Sky replied.
"No. I overreacted and- Keith?"
"My boyfriend," Sky clarified.
"You're dating a guy named Keith. Sorry, I have a little cousin named Keith. He once got his head stuck in a port-a-potty," Dave shuddered. The canoe on top began to shake before Dave and Sky readjusted themselves. "After the game do you maybe want to go out? I'd love that."
"I'd love that too, but let's focus on winning this challenge alright? And I need to dump Keith before anything else."
"A-Alright."
"Hey love birds!" Scott called out. "Would you kindly shut it?!"
"Sorry Scott," Sky replied sarcastically.
Confessional, Scott
Lovebirds. Back on the trailer park my pappy would try to fire at least two warning shots to lovebirds who'd try to sneak into our pool…. Into their heads.
Confessional, Sky
Oh thank you to whoever got him to finally listen. Now knowing my luck one of us will go tonight.
Confessional, Dave
I thought about what Sammy and Ryan had been telling me, and they were right. I left before Sky could even finish telling me everything. I wish she had told me sooner, but I can acknowledge that I was not being reasonable in this. It feels good to be back on the same page again.
Meanwhile other pairings were building each other up in hopes that their team would succeed and that one of them doesn't drop out.
"Come on Shawn, you can do it!" Jasmine encouraged.
"Thanks Jasmine," Shawn replied. "This isn't so bad. It's not like I'm one of the shortest people here next to some of the tallest people here," Shawn mumbled to himself which earned a chuckle out of Jasmine.
Confessional, Jasmine
Comedy, what is it about the nuttiest and cutest guys having the best sense of comedy?
Confessional, Shawn
She found that funny? Girls confuse me.
"Sammy, don't give up now. You can do it. Just pretend you're holding up… like a-a baby and you don't want to drop it," Brick tried to encourage.
"Aw Brick you're so sweet, but I don't think that's the right analogy," Sammy chuckled.
"Well… um you know what I mean."
"That I do Brick." Sammy smiled.
Confessional, Brick
Master Chief is definitely one of my top five sergeants now, but I admire Sammy more for putting up with drill sergeants.
Confessional, Sammy
Brick is SO CUTE AND AWKWARD! I really like that about him, and it was so sweet of him to be concerned, but honestly I've got a worse…
Well I don't want to insult drill sergeants. But Amy is much worse than they can ever be. BUT BRICK THOUGH!
(Sammy blushed in her confessional to the point that she looked like a tomato)
"Twenty-five of us went to the jungle that night. Only five came back out." Master Chief monologued.
"Chef, what war were you even in? Statistically there hasn't been…" Scarlett began.
"DID I ASK YOU TO SPEAK MAGGOT!" Master Chief shouted.
"Well… no."
"Then don't speak, maggot!"
"Ugh, I can't take this anymore. This is seriously straining my arms," Heather stated.
"Heather, if you quit, I'll make sure you don't sleep tonight!" Marilyn threatened.
"Not like I get much sleep anyway, with your snoring," Heather retorted. Heather then dropped her arms from the canoe and walked to the dock to ring the bell.
"Well it looks like we got a quitter," Master Chief taunted.
"Yeah yeah whatever."
"Look you've got nothing to be ashamed of…" Master Chief began as he stared at Heather. "Except for being petty and letting your team down. The rest of you to the Mess Hall for dinner!" Master Chief shouted through his megaphone.
"Whatever."
Confessional, Heather
Like I'm going to put up with this BS all night. Who am I? Brick? Look at these eyebrows, I have style.
The camera cut to the campers being divided by their teams at each of their respective tables in the Mess Hall, Master Chief stood in front of the two teams, hands behind his back in an authority pose.
"All right, maggots! Open your ears! You've got ten minutes to eat before night training begins! Get to it!"
"Um… Master Chief… sir? Where would the food be?" Sammy asked the large man.
"You're looking at it," Master Chief replied, nodding to three big metal garbage cans brimming with trash and leftover food.
"Um… this is the leftovers from yesterday's food," Sky pointed out.
"Darn right! When you're at war, you take what you can get!"
"Well, I can see you've got this under control. I'm off to craft services. Coming?" Chris said.
"Serve me up some of that." Chris and Master Chief left and the campers started going through the trash cans trying to see what could be salvaged.
"I am NOT eating this," Dave stated.
"Ugh, me neither," Courtney agreed.
"Not happy with today's special, princess?" Duncan snarked.
"I am going to be running for office one day, and no one is going to pull up a file of me eating garbage!"
"Oh come on, lighten up a little."
"Oh, you want to eat this slop on national T.V.?" Something in the trash cans moved before Duncan slammed a lid onto its general area.
"That's what I thought," Courtney said, satisfied.
"What the heck even is this. Apple Juice?" Trent asked Ryan, pointing to a cup of golden liquid.
"Naw bro I think it's kitchen grease," Ryan replied.
"Ew," Trent said, disgusted, throwing the cup down. "That'd be a disgusting prank wouldn't it?"
"Yeah. It would."
Confessional, Courtney
This cannot be legal in whatever laws Reality T.V. follows.
Confessional, Trent
They seriously did not expect us to eat kitchen grease did they? (His mouth seemingly fills with vomit)
Confessional, Scarlett
I think Heather may have had the right idea to drop out of this challenge early. Lack of food and sleep is just a recipe for disaster.
The scene changed to a close up of a boombox, the familiar tune of Michael Jackson's 'Thriller' coming from the machine. Master Chief stood on the edge of a raised wooden platform and moved through a series of dance moves. The camera zoomed in on his feet before it cut to the other campers on the beach. The campers, excluding Heather who had dropped out, followed Master Chief's lead, perfectly in sync. It was almost uncanny.
However suddenly the beat stopped causing a sigh of relief to emit from the campers as they dropped their arms to their sides and relaxed. Said reason for the sudden stop in music was Duncan, arms crossed in defiance as Master Chief turned towards him.
"Duncan? What the heck are you doing?" Courtney demanded.
"One of us drops out, we're done for the day," Duncan stated.
"We're done when I say we're done! Now drop and give me twenty! Anyone else have anything they want to say?" Master Chief commanded, forcing Duncan to drop and give Master Chief twenty.
"Uh, yeah. Could I go to the bathroom by chance?" Dave asked.
Cut to Dave with a mop and bucket of water in the bathroom.
"Ew. THE GERMS! This wasn't what I had in mind, CHEF!" Dave cried out.
Confessional, Dave
ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING!
Confessional, Zoey
Chef did Dave dirty with that punishment… pun intended. (she laughs callously) Was that too mean? I don't really care, it's just Dave.
Confessional, Shawn
Why did Chef have us do this again? It's almost like he wants us to turn into the undead!
The camera cut back to the Mess Hall with each set of campers at their respective team table. All looking drained and on the verge of passing out from exhaustion and lack of sleep.
"For your next challenge, you will complete a three-hundred word essay about how much you love… me. Anyone who falls asleep or fails to complete the challenge will be eliminated!" Master Chief announced, passing out papers and pencils to each individual contestant. "Clocks a ticking."
As time passed by, seconds into minutes, and minutes into what seemed like hours people began to either fall asleep or complete their essay. And suddenly the buzzer sounded, rousing some from their daydreams and cursing others to write more hastily. Master Chief walked over to Duncan's seat and picked up his set of papers.
"I love Master Chief Hatchet because he is very very very very very very very very very very very very very very…" This is just one sentence with five pages of "very"s in between!" Master Chief exclaimed.
"It's three hundred words exactly! You can count them if you want," Duncan snarked.
"Stupid kids," Master Chief mumbled. "You, you, and you!" Master Chief called out, slamming his hand in front of Trent, Zoey, and Ryan. "You're all out!"
Confessional, Marilyn
This is good for us. Ryan and Trent are some of their better physical players. This challenge is ours.
Confessional, Ryan
I came to win a million bucks. Not to write an English assignment in the middle of the night!
Confessional, Trent
Believe me nine times over when I say I HATE THIS CHALLENGE!
Confessional, Zoey
Sleep or compete in a Boot Camp challenge… (She yawns and nods off falling face first onto the floor, but she continued to sleep)
"The rest of you! Go to bed and report to the playing field at 0500 hours!" Master Chief announced, sending the campers to their cabins.
"Uh, missed a spot there, General," Duncan antagonized, pointing off in a random direction.
"Boy! Do you wanna run fifty laps around this camp right now?!" Master Chief exclaimed, getting into Duncan's face.
"No thanks! He's going straight to bed. Aren't you?" Courtney stated hastily, pushing Duncan away from the angered man. "What are you trying to do? Get eliminated?" Courtney said hushed to Duncan.
"I didn't know you cared."
"I don't! I just don't wanna lose his challenge! So stop being such a screw up and do what you're told for once! Okay?"
"She wants me," Duncan whispered to Scott as Courtney stormed off.
"No kidding," Scott replied, fistbumping the delinquent.
Confessional, Jackson
Bromances, a bit odd wouldn't you say?
As night turned into morning, the camera shifted to the next stage of the challenge. There was an obstacle course filled with military-like equipment. A rope climb, tire hoops, and a rope swing. However this obstacle course also had the likes of swinging axes and a mud pit that would make quick sand look fun. The campers sans Heather, Ryan, Trent, and Zoey were lined up in front of Master Chiefcand his death course.
"You will all run this course until at least eight of you complete this course in under a minute. Am I making myself clear?" Master Chief explained.
"Crystal," Duncan replied.
"If you lose this for us, I'm gonna make you so miserable," Courtney mumbled to the delinquent.
"Go, maggots, go!" Master Chief called out holding up a stopwatch.
The campers began to sprint their way through the course. Some with more success than others. It took only one round for both Sky and Brick to make their way through the course, surprising Master Chief who actually applauded the pair. However others struggled.
"EW! Is this mud!?" Dave cried.
"Of course it is maggot!" Duncan joked, crawling by the germaphobe.
"I'm quitting. The amount of possible germs in this could be LETHAL!" Dave whined, running out of the mud and to the showers to clean himself off.
Confessional, Sammy
I don't consider myself mean, but you signed up for a show on an island. What did you expect? A hand sanitizer filled wonderland with everyone at least six feet apart?
Confessional, Dave
They're gonna be the ones whining when they can't get their hands on KN95s!
Shortly after Dave's quick demise Marilyn, Jasmine, and Shawn all made it to the next round, one right after the other.
"Let's go Shawn, mate. We made it to the next round!" Jasmine cheered with a fist pump.
"I know… right?" Shawn awkwardly replied, shooting a glance at the lone Bass Marilyn. Marilyn chuckled at the awkward exchange as the trio walked off to the side to get cleaned off.
Confessional, Marilyn
Those two are made for each other, but their awkwardness is actually kind of cute.
Confessional, Shawn
I'm sure Marilyn is nice enough, but do we really need to rub in that we're dominating the challenge so far? Also what the heck was that effort from Dave? First he screws us by voting Beth, and now he's throwing challenges? It's like he wants to get caught by zombies!
"I'm not one to complain. But it's quite clear that I am not fit for this type of physical demand. I will be dropping out of this competition thank you," Scarlett stated, strutting off after not so much as even trying at the course having seen what everyone else had to do.
"Well… that was a bit dramatic wasn't it?" Scott mentioned off-handedly to Leshawna.
"Yeah it was," she replied, shrugging.
Over time Courtney and Scott joined the others in completing the course to which they high fived and began to cheer on Duncan who was on pace to also complete the course in under a minute as well. Before he made a fatal lapse in judgment.
Leshwna began to sink into the mud as she was crawling under the swinging axes. Duncan passed with a mocking salute. "Fallen soldier, I salute you!" His crawl through the mud was stopped abruptly when he found himself eye level with Master Chief's boots.
"You just bought yourself twenty more pushups soldier!" Master Chief yelled to Duncan grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and yanking him off the course..
"Thank you Master Chief!" Duncan smiled, kissing Master Chief on the nose causing him to go beat red with smoke billowing out of his ears.
"I think you overdid it," Scott said, walking over to Duncan.
"I… think you're right."
"One-night solitary confinement. In the boathouse," Master Chief menacingly said, the venom in his voice flowed through the air. Everyone gasped in shock at the punishment given to the delinquent.
"It can't be that bad," Duncan replied confidently.
Confessional, Duncan
Yeah it was that bad.
As the second to last challenge concluded, the remaining campers convened in the Mess Hall to get their first 'true' meal in a while. The camera panned to Courtney and Scott at the Bass Table.
"I think I should go check on him," Courtney said to herself holding a bowl of slop.
"Aw. Does the princess like the delinquent?" Scott antagonized.
"NO! I think he's disgusting!"
"You like him."
"Not only do I not like him, I can't stand him. He's rude, he's rebellious, and he's totally annoying…I'm gonna go check on him."
Confessional, Scott
I can't tell if Duncan is an idiot. Or the smartest guy here. Because Courtney can't stop thinking about him.
Confessional, Courtney
I DON'T LIKE HIM ALRIGHT. We just need our team at full strength.
"Hello? Duncan?" Courtney asked, entering the boathouse searching for the green mohawked teen.
"Princess?!" Duncan called out, as the camera panned to him holding a broom sweeping the floor. Finally seeing the former CIT he dropped the broom and walked over to her.
"I wish you'd stop calling me that."
"So, come to claim that kiss?" Duncan replied, ignoring her complaint.
"Even pigs deserve a meal," Courtney responded, handing Duncan the slop.
"Mm. No thanks, I think I'll stick with the bait," Duncan mused, gesturing to a metal bucket filled with fish bait.
"This is all Chef would serve us after our 'pathetic' performance on the obstacle course today. Why do you egg Chef on like that anyway?
"Because it's fun. And I can," Duncan replied, walking towards the door to leave the room.
"You know you're going to get in trouble."
"Like I care. But why are you so uptight all the time?
"I am not uptight!"
"Yeah right. You always follow the rules!"
"Well, you always have to break them!"
"Only the ones I want to."
"Okay so what… maybe I do follow the rules. I guess that makes me a big uptight loser in your books, right?" Courtney complained, folding her arms and turning away from Duncan.
"Possibly," Duncan smirked.
"Ugh!" Courtney threw her arms up in defeat.
"So then, why do you need to follow them?"
"Because not following them gets you thrown into a stupid fish cabin!" Courtney leaned against a random fishy prop.
"But I'm in the fish cabin with you, aren't I?" A smug look appeared on Duncan's face. "Seems like a win to me."
"You're insufferable."
"I know." Duncan paused for a moment, "Feel like ditching this slop for some peanut butter and jam?"
"Ha, are you kidding? All I've had for two days is this gruel. But Chef'll never give it to us."
"See? Now that's the problem with your thinking! The trick is to not ask for it. But rather just go for it."
"Do you happen to have some with you?"
"No. But I happen to know where to find it. It will involve breaking quite a few rules though. Are you in?"
"Let's do it!"
"Well, all right, then!"
Confessional, Duncan
For the amount of times she mentions the rules I'd think she's some Fairy God Parent from that show Timmy Turner…. Now don't get it twisted I didn't actually watch that show… some friends just told me about it.
Confessional, Courtney
(Holding up a giant book with "Da Rules" titled on it. She threw it to the side) I guess I won't be needing this anymore.
The camera cut to Duncan and Courtney crawling in the grass, using homemade bushes as cover as they crawled under the pristine night sky.
"Slowly. Slowly. Crawl," Duncan whispered, the camera shifted to the left, revealing a new tent that Chris and Master Chief were in. On their tables were empty plates of food, behind them about ten yards away was a white fridge.
"Twenty-five of us went to the jungle that night. Only five came back out," Master Chief recited to Chris, who nodded along.
"If we get caught, we are so dead," Courtney whispered, as Duncan opened the fridge door
"I mean, come on. I am nothing without my stubble," Chris admitted to his co-host.
"Amen, brother," Master Chief responded.
"Are you sure you wanna go through with this?" Duncan whispered to Courtney, opening their trash bag.
"Heck yes. This is the most fun I've had here yet!" Courtney replied, tossing food into the trash bag Duncan was holding open. "A little present. Courtesy of the Killer Bass." Courtney smirked, placing a dead bass inside of the fridge.
"Now you're learning."
Confessional, Courtney
That was SO fun. Stealing from Chris and Chef and getting actual good food. Although those bushes seemed a tad unnecessary. What is that game called… Fortnite? That's the game that uses bushes right? Because that's kind of what it felt like.
The campers had all joined up in the Killer Bass Cabin to celebrate the spoils of war. Strewn about the boys' side, the two teams were surrounding the pile of food rather casually.
"Do you think Chris approved of this?" Zoey asked.
"My bet is that this was another bet between the two of them, one that Chef lost," Sammy said with a giggle.
"What is it with those lame war stories?" Marilyn asked as she sat on a bed.
"Do you even think he served in a war?" Trent contributed.
The night wore on and the campers soon found their stomachs full and their mood considerably high. "Hey I have a deck of cards in my room," Sammy remembered. "I can teach you a game that my sister always tortured me with. I just want to be on the other end of that."
"Oh I'll join!" Courtney said perkily. "After I finish one more ice cream sandwich."
"That's a bit much, don't you think?" Leshawna concernedly asked.
"Heh, come on sister, I can definitely take one more!" In one quick swoop Courtney grabbed an ice cream sandwich and shoved it into her mouth. Her stomach audibly rumbled and Courtney stood up. "Oh no I can't."
Leshawna, Jackson, Scott, and Ryan all watched as she sprinted out of the room, Duncan hot on her heels.
Courtney leaned over the railing to the porch and dry heaved. As she moaned in pain she heard a voice behind her. "You know Princess curling up into a ball and hugging your knees is actually a valid option right now."
"This isn't one of your juvie punks is it?" Courtney sardonically retorted.
"No, naw," Duncan said as he leaned against the railing. "My mom, the police station's medic, always had drunkies do that."
"Your mom's a cop?"
"And my dad," Duncan rolled his eyes. "And my grandpa. And my grandma. Too much rigidity and too many rules."
"Now I can see why it made you like that," Courtney joked. "I can immediately profile you with a desire to stand out and experience life."
"A real daredevil, right?" Duncan cockily said.
"More like a criminal craving attention, positive or negative, and someone who rebels against the status quo."
"Gee, and just when I thought you were getting exciting you had to unload the Oxford's dictionary on me." Duncan laughed to himself as Courtney slowly dipped out of frame. "I didn't make you cry did I?"
The camera panned down to see Courtney with her hands in her knees and breathing heavily. After several seconds the CIT stood up and took a deep breath. "I didn't think that would work," Courtney said, noticeably shocked.
"Somehow my mom always knows best, hell she'd probably try to set me up with a princess like you for being so sweet and strict and whip me into shape." Duncan looked into Courtney's eyes with a cocky smirk that slowly melted.
The two leaned in, face to face, only for Courtney to suddenly bend over the railing again. "Here I thought you got used to my good looks," Duncan said as he patted Courtney's back reassuringly.
"You're just an...just an ogre," Courtney replied in between vomiting.
"You know you love me."
"Do I know that?" Courtney sat up, as if she was suddenly in thought. "Yes, yes I do."
Confessional, Courtney
...OKAY FINE! I'M A WALKING TALKING CLICHE IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT ME TO SAY?!
Confessional, Duncan
Like I said, Chicks dig the bad boy.
"Attention, all remaining boot camp recruits, the next evolution of your training begins tomorrow morning at 0700 hours! And if I catch the sucker that took my desserts, your butt is mine!" Master Chief shouted over the loudspeaker. "And Bass, you can thank Duncan for your one player disadvantage!"
The camera quickly cut to the remaining campers in the challenge hanging upside down from the tree, some grabbing the branch, others just free flying in the wind, all trying to win the challenge for their team.
"What you are experiencing is an ancient form of torture. By now, the blood has begun rushing to your head. The next stage is nausea, followed by dizziness and a flushed appearance as the blood begins to pool your eyes. You may experience fainting spells," Master Chief explained, snickering all the while.
Scott then suddenly slipped and fell to the ground hitting his head on the way down. He sat up looking extremely dazed as his fellow campers looked on.
Confessional, Scott
Seriously? No "Scott, are you okay?" Nothing!? Seriously, who am I? Heather? Dave? Scarlett? I'm not that annoying or evil.
"This is a piece of cake. They have us do this all the time in Boot Camp," Brick joked, reaching his hands up for the branch, his fellow campers following his example however Jasmine seemed to struggle to reach the branch given her height.
"Ugh mates, I can't reach the branch!" Jasmine struggled.
"You can do it Jasmine, I believe in you," Shawn encouraged.
"Ugh, sorry mate but my legs are giving out. I'm going to have to drop out," Jasmine stated, swinging down from the tree and landing squarely on her feet leaving the other campers awestruck.
Five remained but that soon dropped to four as Shawn all of a sudden dropped to the ground without so much as a warning, Jasmine rushed to his side and propped his head onto her leg.
"Shawn are you alright?"
"Y-yeah… sure. Are we in Round Rock?" Shawn said in a daze before passing out.
Confessional, Shawn
Round Rock is a location in one of my favorite shows, The Walking Dead, for those curious.
Confessional, Jasmine
What? You expect me to not help the cute boy…. Who is also my teammate mind you!
Sky looked like she had seen better days, she had slowly started to turn a bit green as if she was going to throw up and Courtney looked like she was turning into the female Joker. Both girls looked as if they would drop any second, while Brick and Marilyn looked in peak condition.
Sky then suddenly started spraying vomit everywhere, sending the campers running and Sky to the ground. Dave looked as though he wanted to comfort her but one look at the steaming vomit on the ground kept him away from her. She gave a thumbs up indicating that she was alright but she looked passed out on the ground.
Confessional, Sky
I know most women would be pissed at their boyfriend for not helping them there… but honestly I do not blame Dave at all. I don't think I'd have helped me either even if I wasn't a germaphobe.
Courtney meanwhile began to musically laugh and fall to the ground. She held her stomach and continued to giggle in an uncontrollable fit.
"Stop laughing this instant!" Master Chief yelled to Courtney.
"I'm sorry. Hahaha. I can't help it. Hahaha," Courtney responded.
"I expected more out of you, soldier," Master Chief continued, sounding like a disappointed father.
"Ehem, Master Chief? I just have one thing to say to you."
"And what might that be?"
"You really need to take a chill pill. HAHAHAHA!" Master Chief appeared to be billowing steam from his ears from that comment.
"Hehe, yeah! Now that's what I'm talking about!" Duncan cheered, wrapping his arm around Courtney's waist, and pulling her away from a now fuming Master Chief.
"Alright Marilyn, you got this!" Courtney shouted.
"Let's go Brick, keep it up!" Ryan cheered.
"I can do this all day Mariyln, I've got a mind and heart of steel," Brick taunted.
"I don't doubt it. But I can go all week," Marilyn countered.
Brick and Marilyn seemed to hang up there for what seemed like hours when in reality it was only a few minutes. It was an epic duel for the ages that was for sure to be met with a montage and music fit for this duel once it hit the T.V. But that duel had suddenly come to an end once the blood rush to Brick's head finally got to him causing him to start swaying and eventually fall straight to the ground with a loud thud.
The Bass cheered as Marilyn climbed down from the tree with a teary eyed Chef standing off to the side. "Marilyn. Congratulations soldier, I'd go to war with you anytime."
"Yeah… I'll keep that in mind when choosing my career path…"
Confessional, Marilyn
The last thing I want to do is go to war with that clown. I'd rather be friends with Chloe.
Confessional, Brick
Marilyn has a real treat on her hands if she actually does go to war with Master Chief! He seems like he was a great soldier back in his prime… and probably still is!
Confessional, Ryan
Dave, if he is on the jury and I'm in the finale, is almost a locked jury vote for me unless I'm next to Sky. That being said, I should target Sky for the long term. However I can't think long term unless I make it to the merge. So I think I'll have to pivot here and knock out Dave. I know Shawn is pissed with him, and obviously Scarlett will vote for him. And after his performance today… shouldn't be too hard to convince the boys.
"So what's the plan tonight Scarlett?" Ryan asked, a slight look of disgust on his face as the pair walked the campgrounds.
"Hmm… ideally Jasmine goes. But I can at least see that Sammy is the swing vote here… so as much as I dislike this notion we have to appeal to her," Scarlett explained.
"Well who's pissed her off the most?' Ryan asked
"Of those four… Dave perhaps. He seemed to tick her off a bit a week or so ago. But they seem to be on good terms now."
"Do we lie and say Dave is targeting her?"
"No… Sammy will spill to Jasmine. We need to tell her at the last minute. It's likely the only option."
"Well she trusts you the most out of the bunch of us. So maybe you should go find her because the Ceremony is soon."
"Alright. In the meantime, find Trent and Brick and inform them of the plan."
"Consider it done."
Confessional, Scarlett
Following my former alliance partner's demise. This team is almost assuredly in my hands now.
Confessional, Ryan
Her ego is genuinely overbearing. But if she takes the heat for this, then perfect. Sammy will probably vote Dave anyways, as long as it isn't Jasmine or Shawn she won't care. Speaking of Shawn I think I'd like to rope him into this.
Jasmine and Shawn sat across from Dave and Sky at a picnic bench, the two couples sat incredibly close together, nearly holding hands, but too scared to make any sort of romantic move.
"We need to swing one of them over. Or else we're toast," Dave exclaimed, earning nods of agreement from the others.
"I think I can swing Sammy over this time," Jasmine replied, Shawn shooting her a nervous glance.
"Didn't she leave us out to dry last time along with a certain someone else?" Shawn replied, shooting a glare at Dave, to which Sky shot a glare back.
"Hey watch it, we all make mistakes!" Sky exclaimed. "We're all still here aren't we!"
"For now," Shawn grumbled to himself, if he was heard no one seemed to make it known.
"I can swing Sammy to our side. She doesn't want to vote Scarlett, so let's just vote for one of the three boys," Jasmine mused.
"Which one?" Dave asked, he folded his hands onto the table. "Trent is the weakest physically between the three, Ryan is the smartest, and Brick is… loyal I guess."
"Sammy won't vote Brick, I think that's fairly obvious," Sky stated, earning a nod from Jasmine.
"I say we take out Ryan. He's rather cunning, and I don't think I've seen him or Sammy exchange conversation much," Jasmine thought allowed.
"Hopefully it works this time," Shawn said.
Confessional, Sky
As much as I'd prefer to win competitions. I have to keep in mind that I actually want to make it to the end. So if sending Ryan out flips the game against our fearless overlord Scarlett, then so be it.
Confessional, Shawn
I like Ryan, I'd honestly sooner see Dave go after his fiasco at the last ceremony. But I want to keep Jasmine happy too.
"Are you positive that voting out Dave is better than voting out Scarlett?" Trent asked Ryan, as the two boys plus Brick wandered throughout the forest together.
"I don't like taking orders from her either, but after today, I'm not exactly too keen on keeping Dave either," Ryan replied with a shrug.
"I have not been a fan of the voting off part, but if we want to keep winning challenges… Dave may be the best one to remove from the platoon," Brick said, Trent shoved his hands into his pockets in defeat.
"You guys are right, Dave hasn't been pulling his weight in some of these recent challenges, and besides he and Sky have reconciled, they're surely a pair again," Trent mused.
"For sure, we can get Scarlett out whenever, we just gotta pick the right time, and I don't think now is it," Ryan said, as Trent and Brick nodded. The trio continued their stroll in relative silence, enjoying each other's company.
Confessional, Brick
After his performance today, and quite frankly in multiple challenges, Dave has been hampering this platoon… But I'm keeping an eye on Scarlett, she's just as bad if not worse.
Confessional, Trent
I don't like taking orders from Scarlett. But Ryan is right, that the more numbers we whittle down from that group, the better our odds are.
As the camera shifted back to the picnic table where the alliance of four were, Jasmine and Shawn had now left Sky and Dave behind, the two now holding each other's hand in between them as they talked.
"I'm scared Sky, I know it's me they're voting for!" Dave exclaimed, his voice drenched in worry.
"You don't know that for sure," Sky comforted, clasping Dave's hand into both of hers.
"I'm the only non-athlete in our alliance. I'm the weakest link to go for."
"You just gotta have faith Dave, we're going to get through this." Sky hugged Dave, as the pair stayed in a long embrace, both fighting back the tears in their eyes.
"Thanks, I really needed that," Dave said, moving away from the hug, and keeping his eyes in line with Sky's.
"We got this okay," Sky said reassuringly, to which Dave nodded, and the pair smiled as they sat at the picnic table together.
Confessional, Sky
I get Dave's fear. But for our own sake, I hope it's irrational, tonight cannot be our last night together, especially after we got everything figured out now!
Confessional, Dave
I DON'T WANT TO LEAVE SKY (He's sobbing) She's not going to see this right?
"Yo Shawn!" Ryan exclaimed to the zombie nut, giving Shawn a wave. Shawn was at the base of his bed, or more so his tree as he gathered a few of his belongings. "What're you doing man?"
"Just grabbing a few things in case it's me tonight," Shawn replied, placing a can of zombie repellent inside his jacket pocket.
"It's not you man, I promise."
"Never know, as they say in these shows man, anything can happen," Shawn replied, adjusting his beanie.
"I know I'm voting for Dave tonight… I know you're pretty pissed with him, if you want, you could vote with us and guarantee he goes home."
"Honestly man… I'm not against it."
"Look, whatever you do tonight, I do like and appreciate having you around, at the very least, I'll try to keep you off the chopping block for as long as I can, even if we're not voting together."
"I appreciate it man, I'll try and do the same for you here on out."
"Much appreciated!"
Confessional, Ryan
An ally gained is an insurance policy gained. And I intend to cash in my insurance policy very soon.
Confessional, Shawn
I actually like Ryan's proposal. I know Dave is in my 'alliance' but he worked with the enemy last vote, and I can't say I trust him to be a part of my zombie fighting team anymore.
Meanwhile Jasmine was searching for Sammy, hoping to gain her vote for the upcoming and near Elimination Ceremony. She eventually found her sitting alone at one of the picnic benches.
"Sammy, mate. How are you feeling about the vote tonight?" Jasmine asked, strolling up to the cheerleader.
"I don't know. I won't lie Jasmine, I'm kind of leaning Dave right now."
"I can imagine why, especially after today. But look, we can compromise here, since you don't want to vote for Scarlett, why not vote out her ally Ryan instead?."
"I'm not opposed to that, he's been by her side every step of the way," Sammy noted.
"Exactly, just think about it mate. We all get what we want here!"
"Yeah, I like Ryan, but I also don't want to lose either you or Scarlett you know."
"Just take some time to think about it." Jasmine left the picnic table, patting Sammy on the back for reassurance as she wandered off.
Confessional, Jasmine
I would much rather vote Scarlett. She's way weaker in challenges than Ryan. And all things considered, Ryan is a decent guy, but I'm kind of left with no real choice right now sadly.
"Hey Sammy. I've been thinking about the vote tonight. And Dave, I'm thinking he should be the next one to go," Scralett greeted, taking a seat next to Sammy at the picnic tables, startling her a bit as she had just stared off in the direction Jasmine had left.
"Oh hey, Scarlett. Um yeah. I was wondering if maybe we could send Ryan out instead?" Sammy asked.
"No, that wouldn't benefit us. Ryan is on our side. And he's pretty strong in challenges"
"Yeah but he's a major threat to us. Sociable, like you said he's strong in challenges, he's mentally put together."
"All good points. But, I've got him under control right now."
"Are you sure though?"
"I am. Besides, Brick already agreed to vote for Dave. He's not a big fan of his anyways."
"Well if Brick is going through with it then I guess I'll vote Dave."
"Sounds great Sammy."
Confessional, Scarlett
I need to keep Sammy on my side and if using her infatuation with Brick against her is what I need to do, then so be it. However she brings up some great points on Ryan. I think I'll file that away for now.
Confessional, Sammy
I am genuinely torn here. Do I vote Dave with Scarlett and Brick, or vote Ryan with Jasmine and Shawn. Ugh, I don't know what to do!
"Quite the challenge today huh?" Leshawna asked, taking a seat next to an alone Jackson in the Mess Hall.
"Yeah,' Jackson replied, causing a short pause between the two.
"You don't talk much, do you?" Leshawna inquired.
"Yeah, but Katie is… or was helping me. Before she was kicked off."
"I'm sorry about that. I really am. It was strictly a game move."
"I'd assume nothing more or less." Leshawna's eyes wandered to the plastic machete on Jackson's belt before she shook her head as if trying to snap out of it.
"That's a relief. But maybe we should talk some game," Leshawna offered.
"What sort of game?"
"A game that doesn't involve Courtney."
"Courtney? If you wanted to flip on that group, why not Duncan?" his confusion was apparent through his mask.
"Because I'm cool with Scott and it seems like Heather and Duncan are just...they're up to something but they aren't bothering me," Leshawna clarified. "Courtney is pretty much a wild card."
"Courtney does seem to just do what she wants."
"Exactly. And now she's tied to Duncan. Taking down Courtney hurts Duncan and removes a massive problem."
"That makes sense. But what's keeping you from screwing us over like you did Cameron and Katie."
"I tried saving Katie since I knew you and her were tight, but she was dead set on prying that marshmallow out of Heather's manicured hands.."
"Hmmm… that would make sense, but even if we all vote Courtney, it'll be a tie," Jackson mused.
"I think I can get Heather to flip. She's kinda fed up with Duncan."
"Then the vote will land five to three. If we pull this off then Duncan and Scott will no longer be in a power position. Which would be beneficial for all of us."
"It would, wouldn't it? Nice talking to you honey," Leshawna said, waving and leaving Jackson to go get some rest.
"Uh yeah. Same to you."
Confessional, Leshawna
Jackson...what can I say about that white guy? He's a threat, yes, and he has the brains for it. But he's not really using them. Personally I think he'd rather let his machete do the talking.
Confessional, Jackson
I definitely feel off about this. I'm either Amanda Young in a sea of John Kramers or Mark facing Dr. Lawrence. This game is just...so dirty, and not in the fun escape room way. Leshawna is definitely safer than any of the others.
Elimination Ceremony
"Welcome back to the bonfire ceremony Gophers. Today you all failed military school. Despite HAVING a military kid on your team you still lost. I have to say I'm thoroughly disappointed today. However as merge nears what do you guys do? Do you vote for your weakest link or do you vote for a big threat? But either way tonight's loser will be walking the Dock of Shame and taking the Boat of Losers out of here. The first people safe tonight are…."
"Jasmine."
"Trent."
"Sammy."
"Brick."
"Sky."
"Shawn."
"Scarlett?" Chris exclaimed, almost confused, before Scarlett quickly and confidently strode up and collected her marshmallow
"Ryan and Dave, you're in the bottom two. Honestly I'm quite frankly a little surprised, but here we are. Dave your performances in the challenges as of late have left a lot to be desired, in a team of mostly athletes, it does leave you on the outside looking in. Ryan, you fell asleep early on in the challenge, possibly costing your team the win, as had you been present in the latter portion of Chef's boot camp you could have provided an extra athletic body to go against the Bass squad. With that all being said…. Ryan…. You are SAFE! Dave tonight you are taking the Dock of Shame!"
"WHAT! NO! WHY!?" Dave cried out in defeat.
Sky ran over to Dave to comfort him, shooting a side glare at Sammy in the process. "Dave it's alright. We'll see each other outside the game alright?"
"Yeah… yeah we will," Dave sniffled.
"Now. I'll go and win this game for us alright. I'm sorry tha…"
"No no it's alright. All of this is entirely my fault."
"Oh Dave," Sky swooned, kissing him square on the lips causing many to aw and Chris to show a look of disgust. Dave appeared to be in shock.
"Um… uh… thanks," Dave said in shock, his face plastered with a droopy smile.
"No problem. Now go get rested up alright. I'll see you soon. But not too soon" Sky smiled.
Dave walked to the Boat of Losers waving to Sky and his team, his smile now less droopy still plastered across his face. Sky smiled on as Dave's boat left the dock, before the Gophers turned around and headed back to their cabin.
Final Confessional, Dave
I have to say I really enjoyed my time here. Yeah there were some ups and downs, but in the end even though I didn't even make it halfway I got the girl and ended up with some cool friends. I may have been an annoying little…. person early on in my time here but I definitely improved and I really hope I can apply what I learned here about listening to people and hearing them out to the real world. I really hope Sky can go all the way, but if she can't I hope it's Jasmine or Shawn. Just anyone not named Sammy or Scarlett please.
Votes
Ryan: Sorry Dave but I gotta vote for you tonight.
Trent: I'm glad you and Sky made up Dave but you gotta go tonight
Dave: Please Sammy come through. Vote for Ryan
Sky: Please please please Ryan don't be Dave please.
Jasmine: Sorry Ryan mate you're a necessary casualty.
Shawn: You broke our trust once, I won't let it happen again. Dave. Jasmine better not see this.
Sammy: This was such a hard vote to make but Dave I'm sorry but my allegiance is to Scarlett and Brick..
Scarlett: Time for you to go Dave
Brick: Sorry Dave, your performance has left a lot to be desired lately.
Reviews
LordGemini: You're about to see some changes… all I'll say
Nobody245: Heather and Scarlett won't BS their way to their placements. Heather's 2nd part of her arc begins here soon and Scarlett… well you'll see. And Brammy will be broken up eventually. And it'll be crazy
GucciManeLaflare: Glad you enjoyed the changing of the plot this time around.
TheHiddenAuthor5000: This cast aside from the OCs were entirely random; it wasn't by choice. But Trent doesn't need a relationship to be interesting. And Shuffle is a series and Harold will eventually debut and Shuffle works as the name says. Everything is shuffled.
28th Dakota (13-1)
27th Justin (8-6)
26th Noah (7-6)
25th Chloe (10-3)
24th Ella (10-2
23rd Beardo (9-3)
22nd Izzy (9-2)
21st Tem (6-5)
20th Beth (5-4-1)
19th Cameron (5-3-2)
18th Katie (5-4)
17th Dave (6-3)
Screaming Gophers: Trent, Ryan, Sky, Jasmine, Shawn, Scarlett, Sammy, Brick
Killer Bass: Jackson, Marilyn, Courtney, Duncan, Zoey, Heather, Scott, Leshawna,