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The fabulous show host appeared on the docks, standing straight with an outfit similar to that of Chef's, it was quite large for the host. It was the evening right after Beth's elimination, with the sun setting down towards dusk.
"Welcome back to Total! Drama! Island!" He raised his hands with each word of the show.
"Last time, we saw half of our campers hunting for deer, and the other half being said deer!"
The camera flashed to Justin pursuing Ezekiel before getting his coconuts turned into a smoothie.
"The Bass weren't good at hiding! They talked with each other quite loudly, leading to Tyler and Courtney getting shot pretty early on." The camera flashed to Courtney talking to Bridgette before getting shot on the leg and Harold talking to Tyler who was smothered with paintballs.
"Katie and Sadie argued with each other a bit. Looks like the two besties won't be besties for long!"
The camera flashed from Sadie and Katie storming off from each other.
"And Katie found herself in more trouble once she found Beth, Heather, and LeShawna! She and Beth quickly escalated into a full-on paint fight once LeShawna accidentally shot Heather! This meant another loss for the Gophers! Huh, they're really not doing good, huh?"
The camera flashed to Katie and Beth firing paintballs at each other, stinging hard on their skin, with LeShawna and Heather fighting scrappily behind them whilst Geoff and Bridgette berated their blue paintballs on them.
"LeShawna on the losing gophers decided it wasn't time for her to drown! She threw Beth under the bus for her own survival, telling the Four Gophers alliance that she was a more valuable player! Beth would find herself drowning in despair once she realized her time on the island once over!"
The camera flashed a dark image of Beth, finally still. She was dripping wet and unmoving, one could mistake her for sleeping if not for her eyes being wide open, capturing her final moments of fear forever.
Chris smiled at the thought of another camper dead and gone before he was yelled at offscreen.
"Hey! Is that my chef clothes, Pretty boy? I just finished washin' it after cooking dinner! You better not get it dirty!"
Chris rolled his eyes and groaned.
"Shut up, Chef! I'm doing an intro here! Besides, the contestants will be cooking for tomorrow's challenge!"
Chef could be heard muttering off-screen.
"Damn workin' conditions.."
Chris returned to smile at the camera.
"Anyways, before I was rudely interrupted, where was I? Oh right! Miss Piggy has been chopped into bacon! But who will be chopped today? Find out right here! Right now! On Total! Drama! Island!"
Theme Song
The camera flashed to the evening inside of the mess hall, later in the day after Beth's elimination. The Killer Bass all sat at their table on the right while the Gopher table was empty. The Bass made a conscious effort to not look at the posters of the dead while they ate, a vicious reminder of what was to come.
The eight Killer Bass members dined on the dinner Chef had abysmally cooked for them: over grilled salmon with particularly hard rice. To be frank, it was particularly good for a change.
"Another victory for us, we better keep this winning streak going," Courtney said while dining on her meal properly.
A blonde party animal next to her threw the fish into his mouth. "Yeah, for sure, man," Geoff spoke while chunks of food spewed out of his mouth.
"Babe, don't speak with food in your mouth." The party animal's girlfriend scolded him.
A loud burp came out of his mouth before he wiped his mouth with his sleeve. "Sorry babe."
The homeschooler let out a small laugh. "Heh, nice one."
"That is like so totally gross," Sadie commented before stabbing her fish with her fork, not bothering to look up at the blonde boy who was giving a fist bump to Tyler out of respect for his strength of burping.
Bridgette rolled her eyes in disapproval but also cracked a small smile at Geoff's carefree nature.
"So, I assume the Gophers will come out of that door any minute now. Who do you think they cut off?" Harold asked, looking around to see many faces entranced with their food.
"Pssh, um, do you guys remember the alliances on the Gophers?" Duncan asked the others around his table.
"I know Katie's in an alliance with Heather and the guys." Sadie pointed out.
The delinquent nodded back at her. "Yeah, so probably one of the girls who weren't in that alliance."
"They have names, you know." The dweeb spoke out suddenly from across the table.
"Gwen, Beth, and LeShawna," Harold informed with the latter's name pronounced in a glamorous manner.
In response, Duncan shrugged. "Whatever. One of them, probably whoever's the weakest of the three."
On cue, three gophers entered into the mess hall: Heather, then Gwen, then Justin.
"What, did you guys lose your whole team? That'd be good for us." Duncan quipped before taking another chow onto his rice.
Gwen rolled her eyes at Duncan's jab before lining up first to grab her dinner from Chef, who had just arrived from the elimination to serve up the dinner he had cooked before the execution.
"No, not many people have an appetite for dinner after seeing someone die, jailbird."
The delinquent scoffed and returned to his meal as Chef plopped salmon and rice on the loner's plate.
"But, uh, who did you guys vote off anyways?" Tyler asked curiously.
"These two assholes, along with Noah and Katie voted for Beth. You know that short brown-haired girl?" Gwen responded nonchalantly before sitting down in a vacant seat, avoiding directing her gaze at one of the posters.
"Who are you calling an asshole, gothie?" Heather spat with offense as Chef dumped salmon onto her plate. "Do you want to join your pig friend in the afterlife?"
Not wanting trouble, the goth replied with a simple no, before digging into her salmon.
"That sucks for Beth, I thought she was nice!" Bridgette said, remembering the brief conversation she had with her during the deer hunting yesterday.
A cold response was given back by a delinquent throwing his plastic plate and fork into the trash bin. "Well, it's one man closer to getting out of here."
The doors for the mess hall swung open as he left the hall. Harold shook his head with disapproval in his seat.
"That guy…"
Heather and Justin sat down on their stools with a plastic fork in their hand. It was difficult to cut the somewhat raw salmon with their cheap forks, as even plastic knives were forbidden.
After finally cutting into the meat of the fish, Justin gave his two cents.
"Honestly, Beth was quite ugly, I'm not gonna cry over her death."
This comment made many of the Killer Bass frown, especially Ezekiel.
"How can you say something like that, eh? Beauty ain't everything. And still, somebody that we've all known for the past two weeks died!"
Justin shrugged. "Like you would know much about beauty." He turned around and pointed his white plastic fork at the prairie boy.
"And don't you think that I forgot about you making my berries into jam! I've been in a pissy mood this whole afternoon because of that." The model returned to his meal before taking a bite from his salmon.
After two minutes, the mess hall doors swung open and Chris entered with a proud smile.
"Sorry, I'm late! I had to motivate some interns to move that big pot out of there. They're quite lazy, I'll tell you. Anyways, how are my TV stars doing?"
Nobody paid any attention to the host, which upset him.
"Jeez, relax everyone, don't jump out of your seats all at once."
The psychopathic host whipped out his shiny remote and pressed the button on it.
In an instant, Beth's poster was tinted red as she slept lifelessly on the ground. It was much less graphic without the applied context, just a short brunette girl with water dripping from her as she slept. With the context Chris would soon explain how painful her death really was.
The islanders moved their heads up to briefly look at the end result of the wannabe before backing to their meal disheartenedly.
"Gosh, drowning is a horrible way to go. It may not look like it, but your lungs feel like they are on fire." Harold nasally explained.
"Don't give us the details, bro." Geoff gave an uncommon frown as crumpled his paper plate into a ball and tossed it into the trash bin across the room like a basketball.
"Three points!" He smiled at his shot's success, pumping his hands in the air.
Chris dropped his smile and shrugged, losing the momentum from the high rush during the end of the previous challenge.
"Well, uh, I guess that's it for today. You all can spend the last few hours of the day doing whatever before curfew at nine. All I know is that I'm not gonna spend my night in this shithole summer camp! Or the rest of my life!" Chris chuckled as his souring remark before leaving the room.
"Asshole." Heather choked out before taking a bite out of her food.
It was right after Beth's execution. Noah, with his hands in his pocket, hadn't bothered to grab any dinner. He was used to not eating for a prolonged period of time, often lost in the world of his readings.
After a short walk around the main campsite, he decided it was time to head to bed early, a rare chance for many of the campers who would have to stay up late for elimination ceremonies. From the position of the summer sun, it was around 5:30.
The wooden steps to the room creaked as walked up them, he grabbed the knob of the door about to open it. On the far side of the porch, he saw Katie slumping into a white lawn chair.
"Hey, Katie. What's up?" He waved to the tan BFFFL, who was at first unresponsive. She could be mistaken for sleeping in the shade if her eyes weren't blinking open.
"Hey, Noah." She responded, broken out of her daydream.
"Life's as great as ever." Her tone was riddled with the bookworm's style of sarcasm.
Noah shut the door to the cabin before leaning against the railing of the porch.
"I could say the same. Me and Gwen were hiding the whole time during the challenge, yet we still lose because of Chris's bullshit rules."
The girl nodded back, not saying anything.
"I swear, we gotta get this team in shape. We can't keep losing challenges before the teams dissolve." Noah looked back at the main camp, where Katie was gazing as well.
It was mostly empty with a few campers walking from the mess hall to the communal bathrooms or the confessional. Duncan and Geoff could be seen throwing a football at each other.
After a moment of silence, Katie spoke out of the blue.
"Noah, I don't want to be a part of these schemes anymore."
This comment took Noah off guard. He stopped leaning against the porch railing and stood up straight.
"What?"
"I mean I don't wanna frame innocent people. I know it's so we can survive, but I still want to become better."
The High IQ looked down at the floorboards. Was she gonna defect from his alliance? I wasn't anticipating this…
"Katie, believe me, I know it hurts to… frame people and vote off nice people. But at this point in the game, I don't think we have to do any… mischievous acts for our survival."
The tan girl scoffed. "Really? A game? That's what you think this whole thing is?"
Noah wasn't expecting the sudden confrontation. That's what he had been calling Total Drama this whole time. After all, "What else would you call it?"
She sighed in response. "Hell? A shitshow?"
"That's not far off."
"Still, I don't want to participate in your schemes anymore. Don't you even feel a little bad for them?"
The bookworm felt little sizzles of guilt jab at his stomach at the reminder.
"I do, but it helps to know that it's me or them. It's like what that punk wannabe on the other team said during breakfast."
The twiggy girl frowned at the bookworm's philosophy for survival.
"But hey, from the way things are going, we won't have to do any of that for a few more rounds. As long as we don't keep our losing streak, we should be set sail until the teams dissolve." The High-IQ tried to divert attention from his crimes to a hopeful next set of days.
The skinny girl said nothing and stood up, tired from the antics of the day.
"Goodnight, Noah," She said before entering the girl's side of the cabin, where LeShawna was already snoozing.
"Goodnight." He replied before entering the boy's side of the cabin.
(Confessional: Katie)
The skinny girl leaned against the damaged confessional wall.
"I want to change. Yesterday, we lost because I… couldn't control my anger against Beth… I don't want that to happen again. I want to be better."
She readjusted herself in the small room.
"Heather and Noah are just mean schemers who only care about themselves. I'm not going to participate in any of their plans involving the death of another person. It's just not right."
(End Confessional: Katie)
The blonde Bass couple were sitting down in a lawn chair, observing the carefree blue waves of Lake Wawanakwa splash against the sandy shore.
They were tranquil as they embraced each other's company.
"Bridge, I know I've said this a million times, but I'm glad that I've met you, even if it's here out of all places." The party boy stroked the blonde pacifist's hair serenely as she rested against his arms.
"I'm glad that I met you here too, Geoff. I just wish it were anywhere but here." She breathed calmly against Geoff's shirt.
"I don't know how I'd end up without you…" she whispered before Geoff kissed her on the head.
"I don't know how I'd lose you either, Bridge, but don't think about that yet. We're in a rocking good position in the game and we still have a chance to get out of here, even if it's a small chance, there's no harm in hoping."
Bridgette squeezed the party animal's hand happily. "Still, don't you think our relationship might hold us back from getting out of here alive? I know Courtney definitely thinks so…"
"I told you not to think about that yet, babe. But I'd rather take my chance to be with you while I still can. After all, my bro's back home always say how short life is…"
(Confessional: Geoff)
The party boy smiled as he sat back into the toilet, thinking of his beloved Bridgette.
"I know I don't talk in here much, but it's always a bummer when Bridgette starts getting worried about the future. I'm just happy to be with her, I gotta savor every moment of it while I still can."
(End Confessional: Geoff)
The camera turned to static, and then a time-lapse of the moon rising and setting was shown, signifying that a day had passed.
Duncan woke up, finally well-rested after being able to fall asleep earlier.
He jumped out of his bed sheets and onto the floor, doing push-ups to wake himself up.
As he did is third push-up, he noticed a foul order coming from right in front of him.
His mind finally cleared and he saw a brown stained underwear lying right in front of him with Harold's name on it.
He yelped as he jumped back, hitting the vacant DJ's bed with his arm, who's items were still there, collecting dust, they hadn't been moved ever since the day DJ was bludgeoned. The sudden thud woke up the three other boys in the cabin.
"Harold! Dude! I told you to take your dirty underwear off the floor yesterday! Gross, dude!" Duncan scowled at the dweeb who was instantly awoken.
"Gah! Sorry, Gosh!" He complained as he jumped out of his bedsheets and threw his dirty underwear into a dirty drawer that used to be DJ's.
"Dude, if this kept happening at a normal summer camp, I'd probably put your underwear into a sandwich and feed it to you, so don't leave your shit-stained clothes lying around, got it?"
Harold sighed nasally, nodding his head. "I understand, GOSH!"
"That'd be pretty funny, bro." Geoff snickered before putting on his cowboy hat.
"At least it's not as scary as a Chicken Sandwich…" Tyler whispered whilst wearing his red headband.
The camera flashed forward to breakfast. The mess hall was filled with campers chowing down on a ham and cheese sandwich. A quite decent meal indeed.
As Gwen went up to the counter to grab herself a bite, she noticed that the kitchen was much more clean than usual. The dirty pots and pans stacking up in the sink were gone, the clutter of trays and plates were absent, and Courtney's breakfast from multiple days ago which had sprouted wings and got stuck on the ceiling was finally gone.
Chef noticeably had a more upset attitude than usual as he peeled off his cooking gloves and threw them into the trash.
"What's wrong?" Gwen after Chef violently threw a sandwich on her plate.
"That damned host wants y'all to use my kitchen for next challenge. You better not touch any of my shit in there, otherwise, I'm gonna break some of y'all's spines."
The loner backed away slowly with concern.
"Okay… I have that noted…"
She quickly scampered back to her seat and quickly devoured her sandwich as Chris barged through the mess hall.
"Chef, dammit! You weren't supposed to tell them the challenge!" Chris barked, upset at Chef's carelessness.
He scoffed back at the host. "Whatever, you want to use my kitchen for a challenge? You better not let any of these damned teenagers touch my stuff, or else they're really gonna get it."
Justin perked up with excitement at the news of a challenge taking place in the kitchen.
"Wait, we're gonna have a cooking challenge today?"
Chris reluctantly nodded, there was no point in hiding the challenge anymore. "Ugh, yes we are and we're gonna start it right now since somebody's impatient!" He glared back at Chef, who rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.
"Coolio, so what are we supposed to cook?" Geoff asked with chunks of his sandwich spitting out of his mouth onto Tyler's face.
"That's for you to decide!" Chris explained, clearly unprepared to give the debrief for the challenge. "You, uh, hold up give me a minute."
He pulled out a notebook from his back pocket and read it for a minute.
"So, ahem, the two teams will choose a theme to cook a three-course meal. There will be an appetizer, a main course, and desert. There will be a truck of food that some interns have brought over from another island that you all can use to cook. It will be judged by good old me!"
The host sniffed and flipped to another page, before putting his eyes up to look at the observing campers.
"Also, don't you think about poisoning any of the food at all! There will be interns watching what you put in your meals, Chef here will taste test the food first in case there is poison, and if one of you still decides to poison the food, I'll spin the wheel of punishments."
"There's a wheel of punishments?" Tyler curiously asked.
"Yes there is, would you like me to demonstrate it on you?" Chris spat back with offense at being interrupted.
"Uh, no, please continue!" The jock nervously blurted, backing down into his seat.
"As I will. I will give a score of one to ten on each part of the meal, and the team with the most points wins!" Chris put the notebook into his back pocket.
"Hey, why do I have to be the poison checker? Why not one of these interns?" He pointed at a scrawny black-haired intern who raised an eyebrow at the cook.
"You know why…" Chris spoke through his teeth. Chef rolled his eyes at him in response.
"Uh, anyways that's it. You can go cook. You have about… two hours to cook whatever you want. Now go!" The campers scampered, not out the main doors for once, but instead through the kitchen doors as a small tear came out of Chef's eye.
"My beautiful kitchen… ruined by these damn rascals…" He wiped a single tear that leaked out of his eye.
"Hey, relax, big guy, you'll get to cook one of these guys alive today! Think of it as revenge!" Chris put a reassuring hand on Chef's shoulder.
In the kitchen, the campers looked around to see the area mostly clean. There were two tables for the campers to cook their food. There was also a door leading to outside where a truck with different assortments of food was. The kitchen itself was relatively large with cabinets and drawers filled with plates, baking trays, and for once, knives. There was also multiple refrigerators and a large freezer room that had a note on the front, saying: "DO NOT ENTER! - CHEF HATCHET"
In the corner, right by the window between the kitchen and the main hall, there were two interns with sunshades and an assault rifle, standing ominously still.
A well-built intern on the left walked forward and spoke with his strong southern accent.
"Y'all be using knives in this here challenge, if any of you try somethin' funny, know that we won't hesitate to shoot."
On both tables, there was a chef's hat with either a red or green symbol on it, marking the head chef of the Screaming Gophers or Killer Bass.
Heather quickly picked up the Chef's hat and put it on her head, standing proud as she asserted her dominance.
LeShawna swiftly stole the hat off her head and shook her head disapprovingly.
"Oh, no, nuh-uh. You're not being the head chef, rich girl, especially not after what you did to Beth yesterday."
The mean girl rolled her eyes at the black girl. "Calm it, trashy ghetto girl, we're on a losing streak and someone needs to be the leader."
LeShawna quickly spat back at the raven-haired. "Well, it ain't gonna be you, that's for sure."
From behind the loud-mouthed girl, the loner sighed at LeShawna and Heather's quarrel.
"Come on, LeShawna, we can't keep losing, just deal with it, and let's not get into too much trouble with her majesty. We gotta focus on the challenge."
Heather gave a sly smile as she grabbed back the chef's hat. "You should listen to the weird goth girl, biggo-Lizzo, let me be head chef."
The loud-mouthed girl narrowed her eyebrows with fury and rolled her sleeves up. "What did you just call me? Do you want me to bitch slap you again?"
The mean girl backed away at her aggressiveness before Noah tried to defuse the situation.
"Guys, guys, look, I know we all hate each other's guts, but we all have the one thing in common that we don't want to die today. So let's all agree to disagree." The bookworm looked at Heather before looking at LeShawna. Both of the girls looked like they could rip each other's hearts out with pure fury alone.
Justin, who finally spoke after silently waiting, cleared his throat. "I can be head chef, I may be a pretty boy, but I'm a pretty boy who knows how to cook a mean Hawaiian dish. Let me lead this project and I can assure you that there will be no arguments."
The model gave a seductive smile to the two girls, who looked at each other before handing Justin the chef's hat.
"Yippee! I can finally show off my carnival skills!" Justin smiled with joy before putting on the Chef's hat, asserting his status.
"You mean culinary?" asked Noah, disinterested as ever.
"Uh, yeah," Justin replied back.
(Confessional: Gwen)
The loner leaned forward with a disinterested face.
"Our team is sucking major ass right now. We all hate each other and that is gonna backfire if we keep losing. I'm glad that Justin's actually useful for once in this cooking challenge. Most of the time he's just in the background doing whatever he can with his peanut brain."
(End Confesional: Gwen)
(Confessional: Justin)
The eye-candy smiled sexily to the camera. He had no shirt on and held a chicken egg in his left hand.
"I may be a model, but I also know how to cook. I've been interested in cooking ever since I realized that I was so hot that I can cook an egg on my bare skin."
He cracked the egg against the wall and poured the egg onto his arm. Instantly, the wet liquid of the egg sizzled into a solid, perfectly cooked egg.
He peeled it off his skin, leaving no marks, and took a bite.
"Mmmm! Protein!"
(End Confessional: Justin)
"My mom taught me a lot about cooking, so we're gonna make a traditional Hawaiian dish!" Justin exclaimed proudly.
"Oh, great, are we gonna make Hawaiian pizza? I'm sure Chris would love that." Heather spat, still upset about not being the main leader of the group.
Justin shot her an offended look.
"Hey, Hawaiian pizza is made from Canada, not Hawaii, you shouldn't make assumptions based on stereotypes! We're gonna make a real traditional Hawaiian dish with pineapple chutney, poke bowls, and lastly pineapple sorbet!"
Justin smiled after listing the Hawaiian order that his team would serve to Chris. He looked around to see mixed opinions.
"Sounds delicious," Gwen commented dully, "Lots of pineapples, right, LeShawna?"
The loud-mouthed girl scratched the back of her neck.
"I'm allergic to pineapples… but I do know how to make a mean Pineapple Chutney."
A raven-haired girl next to her rolled her eyes with a smirk.
"How does that even work?" She asked within her air of superiority.
"My cousin taught me how to make Pineapple Chutney when I was younger, that's how I found out about my pineapple allergies," LeShawna explained, her voice beginning to ramp up with annoyance.
"So what? You're gonna make a dish based on a recipe you barely memorized when you were ten?"
Heather looked down at the black girl's large body before back at her eyes, her hands on her hips, emitting a sly smile.
"And even if you are allergic, you're still probably gonna end up eating it all like a fa-"
A puff of furious air spewed out of LeShawna's nostrils as she prepared to lunge forward at the insulting Queen Bee. With instant reflexes, Gwen held the large girl back from strangling Heather and locking her in a freezer.
"Hey!" Gwen yelled loudly which was unexpected even by herself as Heather flinched back from LeShawna's attempt to lunge forward.
In a much calmer voice, she reassured to the whole group, but mostly to LeShawna.
"Let's just all calm down and work together to complete the damn challenge. Okay? I'm not planning on dying soon, and I'd bet that none of you want to die either."
The ghetto girl complied after a few seconds of trying to resist the urge before ultimately crossing her arms, furrowing her brow at the chick with the mean streak.
The reminder of death as the price for pointless side-bickering convinced even Heather to shut up for once.
"Fine, I'll comply for now, but as soon as merge hits, your ass is getting out of here ASAP." LeShawna leaned closer and pointed straight at Heather who simply rolled her eyes in agitation.
"That's if you make it that far, slut of the slums." Heather spat back.
(Confessional: LeShawna)
The homegirl leaned forward into her seat and at the camera. Her face was of clear annoyance.
"Like I've said many times, Heather makes this place worse by tenfold. I cannot go ten seconds without hearing her blabber her lips. Especially after she killed Beth… But I guess I can at least try to tolerate her and focus on not losing, I just hope that Gwen can keep me in check."
(End Confessional: LeShawna)
Across the room on the table with the chef's hat with a red emblem, the Killer Bass gathered around their table, ready to discuss their game plan.
Courtney instinctively reached for the Chef's hat. "So, I think that we should-"
Before she could grab ahold of the hat, the party animal took the hat for himself instead with a charismatic smile.
"Geoff, give me the hat," Courtney demanded unamused.
"Geoff, give the woman the hat. She knows how to cook." Duncan teased, earning a disapproving look from Sadie and Bridgette.
"Hold up, dudette, I wanna be the head chef for this challenge, I know that we can rock a killer Italian dish!" He smiled innocently at his teammates as he replaced his iconic cowboy hat for the chef's hat with Bass emblem.
"Just let me be head chef this time!"
Instantly, Courtney dismissed the notion. "Geoff, no. I've been the de facto leader of this team for the past couple of challenges now, and I don't see why we should change it."
She attempted to snag the hat only for it to be out of her reach.
"Besides, I feel as if it would be best if chose a Hispanic theme instead."
She looked at her teammates, waiting for them to dismiss Geoff's idea as well only to see them nodding their heads.
"I think Geoff being leader would be a nice change of pace, eh?" Ezekiel supported as he picked a booger out of his nose and rubbed it off into his hoodie.
"Geoff being leader might be cool." Tyler endorsed.
Harold simply nodded his head in agreement.
The perfectionist rolled her eyes away from the Three Bass Boy Stooges, who clearly had no sense of culinary skills as she did.
"Still, Geoff, I think it would be best if I were to be the leader. This isn't just about who can cook the better burgers, but, more importantly, who is the best at managing the team the best."
Geoff frowned at Courtney's confrontation before he looked left to his girlfriend, Bridgette.
"Babe, back me up on this," Geoff pleaded his girlfriend who looked conflicted.
An apologetic look was shot to Courtney before Bridgette nodded to her boyfriend. "If you're confident that you can be lead us to cook a good dinner, I believe you."
The CIT let out an annoyed groan before complying under the peer pressure.
"Fine. I'll let him cook." Courtney muttered.
(Confessional: Courtney)
The CIT brushed her hair to the side before speaking to the camera.
"Sometimes, Geoff can be quite clueless. I'm the one who's supposed to be responsible for all of these people, which is an attitude that Geoff simply does not have. I want us to keep our winning streak, which requires me to have control over our team…"
(End Confessional: Courtney)
(Confessional: Geoff)
The party animal gave a hang ten as he sat in the confessional with his chef's hat right on top his blonde head.
"Woohoo! I know that I'm 'sposed to be in the kitchen helping people cook right now instead of sitting in the dump zone, but I just wanna say that being a head chef is awesome, dude!"
(End Confessional: Geoff)
The scene changed to right outside the mess hall kitchen, where two food trucks were filled to the brim with different assortments of food. The two trucks were far apart from each other as the campers exited their respective food trucks holding different items.
Justin held a clipboard with the list of ingredients needed to cook up his team's three-course meal.
He tapped his chin with a pen in thought as Gwen came out holding a box of pineapples and LeShawna with a bag of rice.
"Peas… check, cucumbers… check, rice… check, pineapples… check…" The model looked up to see the BFFFL walking right out of the end of the truck.
"Katie, do you have the salmon and tuna for the poke bowls?"
The frowning girl lazily held up her hands with two bags of fish in each of them without saying a word.
Justin smiled sexily. "Good, that's all the stuff we need then."
He pulled down the door to the end of the truck as Katie entered back into the kitchen. The camera panned over to the left where the Killer Bass were grabbing their materials from the truck.
Courtney cleared her voice as she jumped out of the end of the food truck holding a large box of fettuccine.
"Okay Geoff, I got pasta, what else do we need." She gave the box to Harold who ran back inside of the kitchen.
Geoff looked back at the kitchen while thinking. "Um… do we have Marinara Sauce?" He looked back at Courtney with his baby blue eyes, only to receive an irritated scoff from the perfectionist.
From deep inside the food truck, Bridgette called out to the two.
"I already got Tomato Sauce, Geoff, but I'm pretty sure we still need basil and ground beef for meatballs," she called out as she was rummaging through the deep pile of food.
"Coolio, babe!" The party dude gave a smile and a thumbs up back to the truck before looking back at the irritated girl right in front of him.
"What?"
"Do you even know what you're doing? What's your plan, Geoff? How are you gonna serve our team's three-course meal to Chris in a professional way?"
The CIT leaned closer with each interrogation as Geoff leaned back with caution.
"Woah, chill, dudette." The blonde raised his two arms in self-defense before Duncan came to the rescue with a bag of somewhat fresh basil.
"Hey, princess, give the guy a break and have a little faith in him. He might do a better job than what you expect."
He tossed the bag of basil to Ezekiel who scurried back inside of the kitchen.
Courtney turned around 180 degrees to face Duncan with a scolding look on her face.
"Faith won't get you far, Duncan, I know for a fact that my leadership skills are the most prominent here!"
"Are you gonna mention how you're a CIT again? Cause it's kinda starting to get a little annoying." The two conversing Bass looked at the kitchen where Tyler had appeared.
"Shut up, Tyler." Courtney scolded before he shamefully walked back into the kitchen. She looked back at the delinquent and pointed at his chest.
At this point, Geoff and Bridgette had already went back into the kitchen as the Killer Bass had gathered all their ingredients.
"Anyways, wasn't it you who said that you have to be tough around here? There is little to no room for any of us to 'loosen up' or 'have fun' when our very lives are on the line."
Courtney crossed her arms and closed her eyes, proud to reminisce about her superior leadership skills before Duncan responded sheepishly.
"Well, this is different… I'm just saying you shouldn't discredit Geoff so quickly."
The CIT opened her eyes and gave a confident glare at the green-mohawked juvie.
"From Geoff's attitude, I can tell that he isn't going to be as good as a leader as me. We want to be certain and strong as a team if we want to keep winning these challenges, I'd suggest listening to your own advice."
Before Duncan could respond to her, she turned around and entered through the kitchen door behind her, with the door shutting itself closed behind her.
(Confessional: Geoff)
The party boy played around with his chef's hat as he sat down against the confessional wall.
"Man, this leadership stuff is harsh, dude. I just wanna have a little bit of fun before I kick the bucket, dude, Courtney can be a real downer."
(End Confessional: Geoff)
The camera cut back into the kitchen, where both teams had begun setting up their cooking stations.
On the bass side, Sadie and Zeke were preparing the antipasto, with an assortment of salami, sausages, and cheese. Right next to the two, Bridgette and Geoff had began boiling water to put their Fettucine in. Close beside the blonde couple, Tyler and Harold had ground beef, breadcrumbs, parmesan, and seasonings to prepare meatballs. Lastly, at the very end of the table, Duncan and Courtney were making Italian pastries.
Meanwhile, on the Gopher's side, Gwen and LeShawna were to prepare Pineapple Chutney, with LeShawna guiding Gwen as she made the recipe. In the center of the table, Heather and Justin had fish, rice, and vegetables to prepare a Poke Bowl, although Justin was mostly left to his craft while Heather stood back. At the very end, Noah and Katie had pineapples and sugar to make a scrumptious pineapple sorbet.
Just as the contestants had finally fixed their ingredients and began cooking, Chris entered through the doors into the kitchen with a proud smile. Chef was right behind him with a more scowling face than usual.
"How are my star competitors doing?" He exclaimed with a gleaming smile, only to notice the campers hard at work.
"Ah well, gimme your best work! Just remember that if any of you attempt to poison me, Chef's a poison checker aaaand we'll chop off all of your limbs."
All the campers looked up at the host from his threat to cut off their precious arms and legs.
Noah quipped back without looking up from the cutting board where he was chopping pineapples.
"Yes, Stalin, we understand your paranoia, now let us focus."
Chef stepped forward and looked at the campers with a threatening aura surrounding him.
"Now, here's a warnin' for y'all! Don't you touch my precious Kayla!"
Tyler raised an eyebrow at the black cook.
"Are you hiding bodies in the fridge, man?" He quickly took his hands off the supposed ground beef with panic on his face.
"Wait, is that what this meat is?"
The cook shook his head. "No, man, it's my spatula, Kayla."
He opened a drawer where he took out a shiny black spatula.
"This here is Kayla." He showed off the spatula to an observant Tyler and Harold.
"She cooks each and every one of y'alls breakfast, lunch, and dinner!"
He gave a sloppy kiss to the spatula in appreciation of the divine cooking tool.
"How is that sanitary!" Courtney groaned with disgust.
"Sanitary? I think you mean I'm a sanctuary." Justin said before ripping off his shirt and kissing his beautiful bodacious biceps.
"Dude, get a room." Chris engrossingly commented to the black cook beside him.
"This is my room! It's my kitchen goddammit! And I don't want these teenage brats 'round my stuff!" He pointed the spatula at Chris's punchable face as the host backed away.
"Jeez, man! Cool it! Anyways, you guys have an hour and half, so get cooking!"
The host quickly exited the kitchen with the snarling cook right behind him.
(Confessional: Chef)
Chef gave a grumble as he held Kayla the spatula in his hands. He was crossing his arms and looked off to the side of the confessional wall.
"Damn, kids in my kitchen… I'm not exactly a huge fan of these shows but I hate them cooking challenges where the kids are messing around in my goddamn kitchen!"
He sloppily kissed Kayla the spatula once more.
(End Confessional: Chef)
(Confessional: Gwen)
"Note to self, our final meals all have saliva in them. Yuck."
(End Confessional: Gwen)
Back in the kitchen, a timer appeared on the top left corner, signifying 1:28:50 seconds were remaining in the challenge.
LeShawna was guiding the goth girl, who was sauteing pineapples along with vinegar, sugar, and spices.
"That's it, Gwen, just let it cook nice and easy for ten minutes," LeShawna said as she observed her ally cook the pineapple chutney.
"Okay… what do I do after ten minutes?" Gwen asked, not taking her eyes off as she stirred the pan.
"Uh. That's it. Pineapple Chutney doesn't take that long to make."
Beside the large black girl, Heather couldn't resist provoking her with a quip.
"Of course it's quick to make, to satisfy LeShawna's endless hunger." A sly smirk formed on her face as LeShawna snarled back at her.
"Knock it off, meanie queenie. I'm allergic to Pineapple Chutney and I don't see your useless ass helping in any way." She squinted angrily at the mean girl while Gwen rolled her eyes in disappointment.
"Well, at least I'm not throwing the challenges like Beth did yesterday."
"Oh, you just had to bring that up," LeShawna growled at the skinnier meaner girl.
Heather's small eyes looked at Noah and Katie who were cutting up pineapples before looking back at LeShawna.
"Don't look at me, you brought it up first yesterday," Heather taunted LeShawna.
Gwen raised an eyebrow at this before trying to de-escalate the situation.
"LeShawna, don't pay attention to her, just please, for the love of God, focus on the challenge. You're the next one up for elimination if you keep arguing with her." Gwen silently thought about the part where she was to be eliminated after LeShawna.
"Yes, LeShawna, I suggest that you listen to the girl who I am quite frankly surprised hasn't killed herself yet."
"Heather!" Noah yelled from his side of the table. "Can we just focus on the fucking challenge, please? We're on a losing streak for crying out loud and even though I'm not one to care much about attitude, I can't help but notice that it is unhelpful in our goals to win."
At this point, Heather looked around the table to see LeShawna scowling back at her and even her alliance mates giving her an agitated look.
"Ugh, fine." She groaned before leaning back against the kitchen wall.
(Confessional: Heather)
Heather sat up proudly with attitude in her eyes.
"Don't get me wrong, I love winning challenges, I'm practically the only useful one on our team, which is why I'm the one that's supposed to be the head chef. Not Justin, who probably can't even spell his own name. I know how to get people in order"
(End Confessional: Heather)
Across the room, Sadie was slicing pieces of salami, sausages, and cheeses to prepare the antipasto. While Ezekiel prepared grapes, crackers, and the ingredients that Sadie had cut up in an orderly fashion.
"Wow, they sure do argue a lot, eh?" He was looking at the bickering gophers only to turn around and see Sadie firmly cutting up the sausage with determination in her eyes.
"Wow, eh! You're really hard at work!" Ezekiel commented with surprise.
"Mhmm," Sadie responded, focused on the sausage she was halfway done with.
"I know how I haven't been putting as much effort into the first week's challenges. I know that I have to put a lot of effort to prove my worth to the team if I wanna get out of here alive."
Ezekiel played around with his cross necklace before nodding in a agreement.
She added one final part with resentment. "And I know that Katie is only concerned for herself now…"
The prairie boy perked up at this news and looked straight at the short bestie, who sneakily ate a slice of salami.
"Uh, I've noticed that you and your friend, Katie, have been quite distant lately, especially ever since that… uh… incident on the stage."
Sadie didn't take her eyes off of the cutting board, now slicing up pieces of cheese.
"How could I?" She asked. "We've been besties are whole life, and yet she hurt me up on stage in front of everybody."
Ezekiel picked his nose before wiping it on his hoodie.
"Still, as you said, you two have been best friends your entire life, why would you throw it away here?"
The chubby girl humphed. "That's the idea, but she still hurt me up there, in front of everybody."
"Sadie, you might not even get a chance to make things up with Katie here. Wouldn't you want to reconcile with her before one of you… you know? At the very least you'll both die happily with each other…"
She sighed. She knew for a fact now that her chance of getting out of the island was slim, and that the chance for her and Katie getting out of there was near impossible.
"I know, Zeke, I just… feel like I need a bit of time first…"
Another small slice of salami was sneakily eaten by Sadie as the two were nearly finished with the antipasto.
(Confessional: Sadie)
The chubby bestie threw another piece of irresistible salami into her mouth. After nearly two weeks of Chef's rancid food, it was a delight to eat something that was not alive.
"Me and Zeke have finished our antipasto a bit early, anyways, I'm still upset at Katie, but maybe I should forgive her sooner rather than later… I mean she did try to apologize yesterday…"
(End Confessional: Sadie)
On the far side of the table, a delinquent and his bossy accomplice were preparing Italian pastries, more specifically, cannolis.
The CIT was busy at work as she prepared the cannoli shells, while Duncan beside her prepared the cannoli filling.
"Pass me the flour," she asked politely which Duncan obliged to.
As she was given the flour by Duncan, she saw that the cannoli filling that he had been working on looked as if it had too many chocolate chips in it.
"Duncan, that's too much chocolate chips, you need to even it out with more ricotta."
The delinquent rolled his eyes as he gave her the flour.
"Honestly, I don't think it's that big of a deal. Chris isn't gonna be counting calories, he's gonna be counting taste."
Courtney frowned before a laugh came from where Geoff, Bridgette, Tyler, and Harold were making the lunch.
"Ugh, as much fun Geoff is, it annoys me how ignorant he can be sometimes."
Duncan looked up from the pastry filling at the perfectionist.
"Ah, you're just salty that you're not the head chef or whatever. Relax about it."
Courtney narrowed her eyes with agitation.
"Of course, I'm a bit salty! This is life or death, and I'm the perfect leader! After all, you're the one who told me about 'toughening up.' You really should follow your advice."
Duncan furrowed his brow after finishing the final touches on his chocolatey cannoli filling.
"Like I said earlier, that's for when it comes to the worst, but right now, we're doing pretty alright as a group."
Courtney frowned at the delinquent right as she shoved her cannoli roles into the oven.
"Well, we cannot afford to give any slight room for error! The other team is desperate for a win right now and we cannot give it to them. After all, have you even thought about what happens next time if we lose? It's likely going to be a tiebreaker and from the looks Harold has given you, you might be next."
Dunan simply shrugged in response.
"Just make sure your paws don't mash up the pastries then."
(Confessional: Courtney)
The CIT gave a bitter look at the screen.
"Am I the only one on my team who has any sort of common sense?"
(End Confessional: Courtney)
Around fifteen more minutes had passed in relative silence, with both team's having finished preparing the appetizers for Chris.
Justin had mostly stuck to perfecting his Poke Bowl craft while checking the appetizer and dessert groups every so often just to ensure that everything was according to his expectations.
Behind the hard-working model, Heather leaned against the kitchen wall, giving Justin a jealous look for his chef's hat.
On the right end of the Gopher's table, Katie and Noah were watching their metallic ice cream machine churn the pineapple sorbet.
"Wow, this challenge is boring," Noah said while tapping the side of the metallic machine with a tired expression.
Katie, who was leaning against the kitchen wall, nodded. "It's better than a dangerous challenge."
"Yeah, I guess you are right."
A few more seconds passed in awkward silence.
"So… Noah, tell me more about yourself."
The bookworm raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
"I don't want to stand here in silence and I don't know much about you, except for the fact that you like reading, you're afraid of drowning, and that you have eight older siblings."
"That's pretty much it." He responded tiringly.
"Really? Is there anything else?" She asked.
"I guess I have a golden labrador back home. At least he probably misses me."
"What's your dog's name?"
"Charlie. What about you? Got any pets?"
"No, Sadie has a pet cat named Mittens, though." The bestie smiled before her smile faded back into a frown as she looked at Sadie across the room, who was sleeping against the wall after having finished preparing the antipasto.
Katie slumped against the wall, with a face of regret.
"I wish she could've forgiven me yesterday…"
"For what?" Noah asked. "You two are always with each other."
"Well, we haven't been on good terms ever since I zapped her on stage a couple of days ago…"
"Oh yeah, I forgot about that." The bored bookworm continued tapping his finger on the ice cream machine.
"I tried to tell her how sorry I was yesterday, but she's…"
"Stubborn?"
"Yeah, we get into little arguments like all the time, but never for this long. What do you think I should do Noah?"
The High-IQ looked back at the bestie before redirecting his eyes to the churning pineapple sorbet.
"Why would I know?"
"Because you're a know-it-all."
A small smirk formed on the know-it-all's face. "Meh, I guess, but not much about people. Just reiterate that you're sorry and she'll come around eventually."
Only fifteen minutes remained left as the final touches were being made, Bridgette and Geoff had finished boiling pasta and were preparing sauce.
Bridgette stirred the sauce with a ladle as the sauce cooked on a pan.
The party boy took out a small spoon to taste test a bit of the tasty sauce.
A noise of delight came out of his mouth as he tasted the warm sauce.
"Great job, dudette! You cook like my friend Evan's mom!"
She responded with a confused look before Geoff nervously smiled back.
"And, uh, Evan's mom is really good at cooking pasta."
"You could just say that I'm good at cooking, Geoff." Bridgette teased back.
"Oh, right, you're really good at cooking, Bridge!" Geoff gave a small hug to the blonde.
"I mean, it sucks that you're here in the first place, but I'm so happy that I've met you." Geoff gave a smile as his arms released from Bridgette.
The camera panned a few degrees to the right where Harold and Tyler were preparing the meatballs.
Tyler cursed as his super-strong-fingers accidentally crushed another meatball to bits.
"Dammit, there goes another one…"
The dweeb nearby him sighed in disappointment. "Don't worry, Tyler, that's why we made a lot of meatballs. Because you specifically warned that your hands might accidentally destroy them."
The jock groaned as he threw the crumbles of the meatball down his piehole since they were no longer presentable to Chris.
"That's the third meatball, though! And we only have four left!" He complained.
"No, that was the fourth meatball you've destroyed and we have five left." Harold corrected.
"Oh, my bad, numbers aren't my strong suit."
The nerd grabbed a cheese grater and began grating cheese on top of the large meatballs.
"How do the meatballs taste? Do you think Chris will like them?"
The jock responded with meatball bits flying out of his mouth. "Honestly, there a bit too hard and dry, but I think it'll be alright."
Tyler gestured for the cheese grater before Harold gave it to him.
The jock grated parmesan over his meatballs as he swallowed his meatball.
"Although, I don't know if parmesan is the best choice for cheese."
Harold raised an eyebrow. "Why not?"
The jock shrugged. "Because-"
CLANG
TSSST
"AHH! MOTHERFUCKER!"
The camera panned to the left where Bridgette's hand and apron were covered in the hot spaghetti sauce she had been cooking.
Tyler had accidentally knocked over the pan with his cheese grater, causing the hot sauce to spill over her.
The surfer chick seethed in pain as first-degree burns began to form on her hand.
"MY HAND! HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!" Bridgette screamed as she held her right arm with her other unburnt hand.
Geoff was quick to act and tugged Bridgette over to the sink where he immediately had cold water gushing out to cool down her hand.
"S- s- sorry!" Tyler blurted out after finally realizing what had just occurred.
The rest of the campers in the kitchen had finally been alerted to what was happening as well.
Geoff gave Tyler a quick stink eye before resuming to wash away the hot sauce off of Bridgette's blistered hand.
Sadie quickly scurried over and turned off the stove, all of the pasta sauce had been spilled on the floor and was unsalvageable.
Bridgette quietly cursed a bit more as her hand slowly cooled down.
Geoff undid her apron where all of the rest of the sauce was, thankfully none of her clothes had gotten hit with the burning sensation of spaghetti sauce.
A sly smirk formed on Heather's face across the room, she had a sudden feeling that her team was finally going to win today…
With all the tension in the air, it didn't help that Chef suddenly barged through the door.
"FIVE MINUTES MAGGOTS- OH SHIT!"
His deadly gaze immediately spotted the spill of sauce on the floor and he furrowed his brow.
He growled in anger at the realization that his shiny floors were now covered in tomato sauce.
"Y'ALL BETTER CLEAN UP THIS MESS PRONTO, OR I'LL BREAK YOUR SPINES MYSELVES!"
In an instant, Sadie and Ezekiel grabbed towels out of the cabinets and began scrubbing the floors violently.
Bridgette's hand was finally cooled down to a proper level, a couple of small tears of pain had leaked from her eyes.
"Nice going, Bass-Bimbos!" Heather hollered out from the gopher's table just as Justin had put the final touches on his poke bowl.
Sadie scrubbed the sauce off of the floor before throwing her sponge across the room at Heather in anger.
The Queen B barely ducked down in time to avoid getting hit by the sponge, before glaring at the chubby bestie.
"How dare you throw that sponge at me, you fatass!"
"Don't you call her that!" Katie yelled at Heather before being quickly brushed aside.
Harold, who was left to his own devices, quickly put the poured the meatballs and cheese into the bowl of spaghetti. It would score poorly without any sauce, but it was better than nothing.
Amidst all the chaos, Tyler had no idea what to do, so he just grabbed a sponge and helped to clean away the sauce that had fallen on the ground.
The kitchen was at its noisiest, after around 2 hours of dead awkward silence, chaos had ensued with water rushing, people yelling, and sauce slipping all over the floor.
"Aaaand time!" Chris burst through the door with a megaphone in his mouth, ordering all of the campers to quiet down.
"I think all of you are ready to present your dishes, so…"
His eyes immediately spotted the kitchen chaos.
"...Great timing by me! Anyways, show me what you've all been cooking! Right after Chef taste tests the food of course!"
Heather gave a superior cocky smile to the Bass as the camera flashed to the next scene.
(Confessional: Tyler)
The jock sighed as he leaned against the confessional wall.
"I'm really not good at this…"
(End Confessional: Tyler)
Chris sat in the mess hall with a napkin folded on his shirt, alongside a glass of water.
An intern arrived with Chef on the scene, who had just finished poison-checking the meals.
"So, are they poisoned?" Chris asked with little concern in his beady eyes.
"Other than the fact that my back itches, nothing seems wrong with it to me."
The cook then used Kayla the spatula to scratch his greasy back before exiting the scene.
"Okay, good." He then cleared his voice to his flashy TV host voice and let out a large smile.
"Gopherinos! You're up first! Bring me your appetizer!"
Out of the left kitchen door, LeShawna and Gwen came out holding their appetizer.
"Here, we have a pineapple chutney, hot and ready."
The two girls set their appetizer on the table and Chris spooned out a bite.
He gulped it down before thinking for a second, ultimately announcing:
"Seven points! It's pretty neat! Although, I have no idea what this is!"
He slides the pineapple chutney off the table where it smashed against the floor.
"Next up! Bass with their appetizer!"
Out of the right kitchen door, Ezekiel came through holding the antipasto in his hands. Sadie was right behind him.
"Here you go, sir, eh! A nice Italian antipasto straight from… well the kichen, eh…"
The homeschooler awkwardly placed the antipasto board on the table before Chris took a bite from a cheese, then an olive, then a tomato.
"No salami, huh? It's my favorite part!"
Sadie blushed sheepishly. She ate all of the salami during the challenge.
"Oh well, it's… alright… it feels a bit crunchy sometimes though… weird…"
(Confessional: Ezekiel)
Ezekiel picked his nose before brushing his hand on his hoodie.
"I may have picked my nose a bit too much during the cooking competition, eh."
(End Confessional: Ezekiel)
"Overall… five points! I mean, there's not much effort put into an antipasto, but its still pretty neat!"
The host slid the antipasto off the table where it crashed on the kitchen floor.
"Next up! Justin and Heather with whatever they made!"
Justin came through the side of the room with a proud elegant smile as Heather followed him with a disgruntled face.
"With tuna and salmon exported from the Philippine Sea! With rice straight out of the bazaars of Southeast Asia! With peas grown from the strongest Ontario planters! And with cucumbers from the nearest Whole Foods! The finest Chefs from Wawanakwa and Heather have come to serve you our fantastic Poke Bowls with my mother's classic recipe!"
The model smiled after his recital, placing the dish on the table as Chris poked the Poke Bowl with his fork.
"Did you recite all that in your head?" Chris asked, looking at the proud model as he stood sexily.
"Yes."
Chris scoffed. "What a tryhard! But hey!" He took a spoonful out of the poke bowl. "It's good! Like, really good! I'm surprised it isn't Hawaiian Pizza with your Hawaiian theme though. Seven points!"
He slid the poke bowl off the table, much to Justin's dismay, before dismissing the two gophers.
"Okay! Next up: Bass with their Italian main course!"
Through the doors, Tyler barged in, sweating nervously as he held spaghetti and meatballs.
"We got your spaghetti and meatballs bro!" Tyler chuckled nervously as Harold facepalmed right behind him.
"Nice going, 'bros'!" Chris smiled sarcastically before taking a bite out of the spaghetti. "The spaghetti definitely isn't al dente, enough and the meatballs…"
He took a bite out of the meatballs.
"How did you guys manage to make it hard and chewy? And this definitely could have used some spaghetti sauce."
Tyler grumbled at the mention of him spilling the sauce.
"Oh well! I'd give it a thumbs up worth… five points! You really should've added some sauce though, man."
Chris gave a sly smirk at Tyler before the jock caved in.
"You don't have to rub it in bro!"
"Well, you could've rubbed in some spaghetti sauce, but shoo now and let the gophers bring in their desert!"
The two bass bros walked out of the room as Chris slid the spaghetti off of the table, letting it clash on the floor.
"Man that is fun! Katie and Noah! What do you two have for me?"
The host eyed the two gophers as they placed their bowl of pineapple sorbet on their table.
"Here's your pineapple sorbet, Stalin." Noah quipped as Chris took out a spoon to devour his desert.
"Mmm!" He reveled in savory delight. "That is super good! Ten points!"
Katie and Noah cheered as their desert got their team unexpectedly high points.
"I'm not even going to toss this off the table! It's that good! Now, the only way for the Killer Bass to get off the hook tonight is if they get… fifteen points, which will only be possible is if their dessert is Godly!"
He took another spoonful of pineapple sorbet before gesturing his hand to let the Bass bring in their desert.
"Here's your Italian cannolis, sir." Duncan said in a monotonous voice as he brought the treats over to the table.
Courtney behind him nervously crossed her fingers, hoping that their effort would pay off.
Chris took one of the cannolis and bit on it. He gulped the cannoli down his throat.
He sat in silence, judging before giving his final verdict.
He gave a smile and looked at the two basses.
"This has too much chocolate chips in it." He pointed down at the cannolis while Courtney nudged Duncan in the side.
"I told you that you put way too many chocolate chips in it!"
"Well, how was I supposed to know, princess? Chris looks like the guy who would love to overdose on chocolate."
Chris frowned as the delinquent pointed at him.
"Hey! Whatever! You guys get a six, they are just okay, which means that the Killer Bass have to vote for their favorite loser to get chopped off the block!"
The camera panned to the left where the eight bass looked nervous, especially Tyler and Bridgette.
(Confessional: Justin)
The model smiled elegantly as he sat in the stinky toilet.
"I think I did a good job holding my team together today! Even if Chris gave a completely bullshit score of not ten, I think I make a pretty good leader! The only drawback was that Heather kept giving me a dirty look, and I don't mean that type of dirty look,"
He flexes his muscles and rips off his shirt with his mind alone.
"but she was angry at me about something…"
(End Confessional: Justin)
(Confessional: Courtney)
Courtney gave an upset look at the camera.
"You see, this is what happens when you fuck around in the middle of challenges, people! We could have easily won today's challenge if I was today's leader! I'm supposed to be the one responsible for my teammates!"
(End Confessional: Courtney)
The camera flashed to after the challenge, Sadie sat by herself on the Bass porch as she watched Katie and Noah far away on the Gopher's porch conversing.
The lonely girl thought to herself as she sat on the porch.
Perhaps Ezekiel was right, she should forgive Katie and become besties again.
But a strange reluctance inside of her told her the opposite, to keep focusing on challenges, focus on getting out of there alive, if she didn't look after herself, who would?
She saw Katie wave at her from the gopher porch with the tired bookworm right behind her.
Sadie saw this and frowned before walking away to the confessional.
(Confessional: Sadie)
Sadie sat in thought as she waited on the confessional toilet. Flies buzzed around her large head.
"A part of me wants to forgive Katie, so we can become besties again, like we always do when we argue, but at the same time, I'm not entirely sure…"
(End Confessional: Sadie)
Bridgette was sitting right inside the green infirmary tent, on the infirmary bed while Geoff stood beside her with an icepack before giving it to his girlfriend.
"Thanks, Geoff."
"No problem, Bridge, how does your hand feel?"
The pacifist adjusted herself in her seat before gripping the icepack with her burnt hand.
"It feels much better now that I have an ice pack."
The party boy sighed in relief.
"That's good, it was majorly uncool of Tyler to burn your hand like that." Geoff's eyebrows narrowed in disdain for Tyler's actions.
Bridgette sighed. "I wouldn't hold it against him, I mean, it was likely an accident… he's probably more nervous than I am right now."
Geoff put his hand on Bridge's shoulder.
"Bridge, he burned your hand. It has blisters all over it now!"
The surfer chick sighed in response and brushed her unburnt hand through her golden hair.
"Geoff, I'm scared," she responded weakly.
"Bridge, come on, we have each other…"
"Geoff, that's the problem, we've been avoiding this moment for too long…"
Small nervous tears began to come out of the pacifists's eyes.
"I don't want to die so gruesomely and it's almost here…" fear began encapsulating her body and she began shaking.
"Hey, babe, calm down…" The blonde gave a warm hug to his girlfriend.
"They're gonna vote me off… they're going to kill me…"
Geoff gripped his hug tighter around Bridgette. "Calm down, Bridgette, I won't let that happen to you…"
(Confessional: Bridgette)
The blonde surfer gulped as she sat against the confessional wall with the ice pack in her hand.
"Gah, my hand hurts…
I cannot state how nervous I am about this upcoming ceremony… I know that the people who aren't in our alliance are all gonna vote for me because of my injury… so I'll have to beat someone in a tiebreaker… I just hope it isn't a physical one…"
(End Confessional: Bridgette)
The camera flashed once more to Tyler sitting by the beach, looking out into the waves.
A certain prairie boy came behind him and sat next to him.
"Hello, Tyler, I assume you are not feeling well, eh."
The jock nodded. "I blew it today all because of one stupid mistake. It didn't even affect the results that much! We would've lost either way, but everyone is scouting out for a scapegoat they can point out instead… it's not fair…"
A small tear came down Tyler's cheek.
"Tyler, calm down, just breathe."
"I can't! I should've listened to Harold when I had the chance! Face it: I'm just a burden to the team!"
Ezekiel frowned and put a reassuring hand on Tyler's shoulder.
"Don't say that Tyler, you saved our butts in that canoeing challenge, eh! And you did amazing in that talent show! You need to give yourself more credit!"
Tyler leaned back into the sand and sighed. "But I've made more mistakes than I can count. I accidentally burned Bridgette's hand…"
Ezekiel patted the jock's back and said with a reassuring voice.
"Don't worry, Tyler, you still have time to make up for your mistakes."
The jock nodded and stood up. He turned away from the ocean waves and looked back at the camp, where Courtney was writing notes on the porch of the mess hall.
The camera flashed forward to the moon in the night sky, before panning down to reveal the eight Bass campers around the campfire pit.
Chris appeared on screen with a sadistic chuckle.
"Bass! What happened? You were doing so well! You could've just kept beating the Gophers to the ground!"
The entire team looked down at the ground in shame.
"Oh well, I guess all titans fall eventually. You all know the drill! If you don't receive the fabled marshmallow of goodness, you will be chopped!"
Sweet savory tension filled the air as Chef brought out the tray of marshmallows.
"Chef here is really mad at all of you for trashing his beloved kitchen! So he himself has chosen a particularly painful execution method for today! Although, I won't reveal it until we are about to have ourselves the aforementioned execution!"
Chris's sadistic smile brought sadism to all who seethed in his shining glory.
"Are you all ready for today's execution?" He asked.
"Not ever really, eh." Ezekiel murmured.
"That's your opinion Zeke, because you have today's first marshmallow! Congratulations!"
The prairie boy walked up to the Chef holding the tray of marshmallows before jabbing his marshmallow and walking back to his stump.
"Duncan! You're safe too buddy!"
The delinquent smirked slightly before grabbing his marshmallow and toasting it on his stick.
"Courtney! You're good as well!"
The CIT, who sat right beside Duncan, let out a calm sigh before picking up her marshmallow from the snarling cook.
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"Harold! Buddy! You're also good! Grab yourself a nice marshmallow!"
The lanky nerd pumped his fist in the air before walking up to grab his marshmallow from the black-hearted Chef.
The host with the most gave a sadistic smile as he looked at the last three nerve-filled competitors.
Tyler, Bridgette, and Sadie all looked at the last marshmallow, yearning for it.
Sadie's stomach felt nerve-racked and churned as she eyed the gooey delight. Hopefully, she would see another day with Katie.
Bridgette too, was highly nervous, at this point she knew she was to face off with either Tyler or Sadie in the tiebreaker, considering that her non-alliance members had to have voted for her because of her weaker hand. She prayed as hard as she could in the moment that she would live to see another day with Geoff. She looked back at the party boy who gave her a weary smile in response.
Lastly, Tyler was gritting his teeth with tension. He made one tiny mistake that could have changed the course of the entirety of not only his life but the outcome of the show. He eyed the marshmallow with prestige as ominous music played.
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The jock's eyes widened with surprise, as did Sadie's.
"Wait, WHAT?" She screamed as she stood up and the marshmallow flung towards Tyler's grateful hands.
"Thank the Lord!" He sighed before scurrying off into the safe zone along with all the campers but Sadie and Bridgette.
Harold was highly surprised. "I… was not expecting that!"
"How- how did this happen?" Sadie asked as she looked at Bridgette who gave her a weary look.
"Sadie! Zip it! It's time for our tiebreaker as you all may have guessed! I mean, I was going to have a few more seconds of tension, but everyone here is guessing that a tiebreaker's about to happen, and I am aching to see someone get burned alive tonight!"
Bridgette and Sadie gulped deeply.
The surfer chick massaged her injured hand carefully before she looked at Geoff.
The red tracksuit jock gave a thankful look to the blonde.
"Bro, thank you so much for-"
"Shut up, Tyler, I didn't do it for you." The fun-loving blonde gave a rare angry look at Tyler before giving a gentle one back to his girlfriend.
Sadie, still overwhelmed with disbelief took in a deep breath before asking.
"W- What do we have to do?"
Chris gave a sly sinister smile at the chubby bestie before answering.
"Before you two duke it out with the corn hole, we brought in a special Gopher spectator that you are very familiar with!"
"Sadie, no!" Yelled a voice from off-screen.
Sadie's neck jerked to the right, where she saw Katie looking at her, giving her the same look Geoff was to Bridgette. Compete perturbation overcame her mind and tears cascaded off of her cheeks and onto the ground, afraid for her friend's demise.
"Katie I-"
"ZIP IT!" Chris yelled through the megaphone, the air of tension being replaced with the soundwaves of his voice.
"Now that our special guest is here." He gestured his hands to Katie with an agitated, hyperactive voice. "We are going to have our tiebreaker!"
Two interns with shady sunglasses appear on screen from the side carrying a corn hole game with a red board and a green board as well as cornbags with their respective colors.
"Whoever gets the most points wins! And I want silence to emulate the tension higher! Does everyone understand?"
Chris brandished his silvery shiny gun out and pointed it at the Killer Bass.
Everybody nodded their heads frantically.
"Just to be clear, if you land on the board it's one point, if you land your bag in the hole it's two points, and if it falls off you get zilch. Now, Sadie, you go first."
The chubby girl whimpered as she grabbed one of the corn bags and prepared to lob it towards the cornhole.
She took a deep breath and threw it towards the corn hole…
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The frigid surfer looked down at the ground, where interns had placed
Bridgette looked down at her right hand, it was severely burnt, she massaged her hand before grabbing a corn bag with her nondominant hand.
It would be more difficult for her to aim at the cornhole with her using her nondominant hand but nevertheless, she threw her corn bag…
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Bridgette squatted down in nervousness and grabbed another cornbag.
Geoff watched his girlfriend with high anticipation, each moment was a blessing. Both girls took as much time as they could without annoying the host.
Sadie grabbed another corn bag, savoring the moment as she looked at her bestie with uncertainty.
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Sadie whimpered thankfully that she didn't miss, but was upset that her bag didn't push her previous bag into the cornhole.
"Come on, Sadie…" Katie whined with anticipation as Chris shot her a dirty look, threatening her to silence.
Geoff stared at his girl, who picked up another bag, Bridgette felt cold and trembling, she could barely stand up.
She pulled back her arm and threw her bag shakily towards the cornhole…
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She groaned hard, hating herself for missing her shot. She quickly grabbed another bag and held it close to her side.
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Sadie let out a nervous sigh. Her final score was 3. If Bridgette did not get her bag into the cornhole, she would be eliminated, but her first bag was teetering on the edge of the cornhole.
Katie looked at her bestie anxiously, praying internally as hard as she could for her friend's survival. The person she had known throughout her entire life.
Bridgette gave a shaky look to Geoff, her tired eyes were hopeless and nervous.
She wiped away small tears that had formed on her eyelids and clenched her final bag with her burnt hand, ignoring the pain as much as possible.
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Bridgette pumped up her fists in the air and cheered as loud as she possibly could.
"YES!"
Sadie, on the other hand, had her mouth agape. All the noise around her tuned out, except for one cry of 'NO! SADIE!'
The chubby bestie turned around, knowing her fate, looking straight at Katie who began running at her while Bridgette's alliance smiled in solace.
Sadie had nothing left but Katie, so she ran towards her best friend as fast as she could with her stubby little legs.
"KATIE! HELP ME!"
"SADIE! NOO!"
Katie's voice began breaking down completely.
She could barely cough out any words, completely overwhelmed with dread.
The two girls ran towards each other for one final embrace before being separated right before they could hug each other by Chef and an intern.
Chris stood up from his seat and smiled.
"Well, Sadie! You've been chopped from the competition! Prepare to be cooked!"
"KATIE! I LOVE YOU! I FORGIVE YOU!" Sadie choked out as Chef dragged her towards the unveiled oven which interns had taken tarp off of.
It did not take that much strength to pull away the twiggy bestie back away from the campfire. She reached her hand out to Sadie, who kept being pulled away.
Katie could barely see Sadie through her tears.
Sadie sobbed loudly as Chef dragged the heavy girl towards the dreaded oven.
She gasped and cried as she began getting stuffed into the metallic oven.
Bridgette ran to Geoff and the two embraced a warm hug, ignoring the two girls screeching behind them.
The other four bass simply looked at the ground, still unsure of how to properly act whenever one of their fellow teens perished.
Katie was released by the interns and stumbled a few feet forward before collapsing with dread onto the ground, sobbing her eyes out.
Through the increasingly heating oven, Sadie let out her final words.
"KATIE! I LOVE YOU! DON'T EVER FORGET ME! KATIE!"
Katie was sobbing on the ground uncontrollably, she had no energy to look up at Sadie's burning body as one thing occupied her horrified mind:
How could this have happened?
Flashback:
Courtney walked away from the mess hall after having talked with Tyler, who spotted her from the beach.
The perfectionist walked towards the infirmary tent, having spotted Duncan, and motioned for him to come up by her.
The delinquent stretched and stood up to follow Courtney to the infirmary tent, where Geoff and Bridgette were resting in the center of the tent.
"Hey, everybody. It's time for an alliance meeting." Courtney announced before pulling up a chair as did Duncan.
"So what? Are we all in agreement to vote for Tyler?" Geoff asked, visibly upset at the jock for burning Bridgette's hand.
Duncan seemed indifferent to the proposition while Courtney shook her head.
"I've been thinking for a while now that we should vote off Sadie…"
The three Bass jerked their heads towards the overachiever.
"What? Why?" Duncan asked with unusual curiosity.
Courtney shrugged. "She's been unhelpful to the team with her ignorance and she has ties to Katie on the gophers."
Duncan intervened quickly. "Well, she's out of her denial stage. I can tell."
"Does it bother you that much that we are voting off Sadie?" Courtney asked.
The juvie waited for a second before ultimately shaking his head no.
Geoff intervened asking "Why shouldn't we vote off Tyler? He's the one who messed up in today's challenge."
Courtney frowned at the failed head chef.
"It's because Tyler can sometimes be useful, I guess. That, and in a physical tiebreaker against Bridgette, even with his clumsiness, he'd probably perform much better."
Bridgette looked down at the ground nervously at the reminder of the upcoming tiebreaker and nodded.
"I guess we can vote Sadie…"
Courtney nodded. "We're more likely to win without her."
End Flashback
Flashback 2:
Tyler walked up to Courtney, who was sitting right outside the mess hall nervously.
He scratched his neck and gulped before confronting the CIT.
"Hey… Courtney…"
The CIT looked up from where she was taking notes.
"What do you want, Tyler?"
The jock gulped again.
"Well, umm, I know that I sorta messed up this challenge and that you're probably thinking of voting me off, but do you think you could vote off someone else instead? Like… Sadie?"
Courtney looked at the jock with a blank stare. She already knew who she was going to vote for from the start.
"Tyler, explain why we should keep you."
The jock fumbled with his fingers a bit, sweating hard.
"Well, I uh, saved you guys two days ago at that canoe challenge!" He replied with sparks of enthusiasm.
"Right after burning our oars, of course." Courtney reminisced as Tyler sweated more.
"Well, uh, I'm also really strong! And if Bridgette faces off in a tiebreaker against me, I'm sure to win!"
Courtney raised an seemingly unconvinced eyebrow at the jock.
"So you're thinking about voting off Bridgette?"
The jock realized his error and stumbled over his words. "Well- uh- maybe? I don't know if I was supposed to say that…"
Courtney felt the awkwardness emanating from the jock before he concluded his argument.
"Will you just think about it? I'll just say it's easier to defeat Sadie in a tiebreaker than me…"
Courtney pinched the bridge of her nose and responded. "Tyler, I'll think about it, okay?"
Tyler nodded with a hopeful smile before wandering off the screen.
(Confessional: Courtney)
Courtney sat calculatingly as she leaned forward towards the confessional camera.
"Phew, I can finally relax a little bit… Bridgette won the tiebreaker, so my alliance is finally at an advantage.
Truth be told, I have been thinking of eliminating Sadie for a while now… before it was mostly because she was in denial about challenges, but truthfully… it's because it would cause the most disarray to the Gophers.
I know it sounds messed up, but think about it; Sadie had personal ties with Katie, so Katie can't focus on challenges anymore, their team would be in a complete mess."
A small smirk formed on Courtney's face before she disciplined herself with a nervous scratch on the back of her head.
"I mean, I know it's very fucked up, but hey, we have to be tough if we want to survive, right?"
(End Confessional: Courtney)
(Confessional: Tyler)
The sweaty jock sat down nervously against the wall.
"Hoo, dude, today was a close one… I'm still alive but me and my bros are at a disadvantage. I hope that it'll be all worth it in the end, but man is the guilt weighing on me right now. But hey, at least I still have time to make up for mistakes…"
(End Confessional: Tyler)
The camera flashed back to the present where Katie was still sobbing loudly at the ground.
The camera panned over to the oven, which had a large black burnt corpse inside.
The now-seven Bass looked at the girl awkwardly in silence as her sobs slowly stopped with one final sniffle.
She lay on the ground in the fetal position, just looking at the forsaken machine which had killed her lifelong friend.
Nobody, except Chris who had a flashy smile, had any idea of what to do to calm down Katie.
Courtney was the first who decided to approach the poor girl with an awkward apology.
"Katie, I-"
"DON'T TOUCH ME!" She yelled, shocking everybody as she stood up quickly and glared angrily at the crowd of campers. Her cheeks were completely wet with her tears and a furious glare painted her eyes.
"YOU KILLED HER!" She yelled back, shakily pointing her hand at Courtney.
The CIT raised her hands with guilt, walking back a bit in concern for her safety.
"Katie, calm down, I didn't kill-"
"YOU FUCKING KILLED HER!" She yelled again as unease settled around the whole campfire site.
"YOU KILLED SADIE!" She stepped forward towards the CIT with the intent of murder.
She lunged out at Courtney, before Chef, quick on his feet, restrained the wrathful girl.
"I HATE YOU! FUCK YOU! YOU KILLED SADIE!" Tears continued to cascade down Katie's cheek as Chef began dragging her back to her cabin.
Courtney could feel guilt churning through her stomach, along with the rest of the cast who had voted for Sadie as Katie was dragged away off the screen, screaming at the top of her lungs:
"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU ALL!"
Voting Confessionals:
Geoff: "Man, what Tyler did is like, not cool at all, I'm seriously upset with the guy, but I guess Courtney thinks getting Sadie out of here is the best option. I mean, whatever, bro, I'll vote for her, I just can't stand seeing Bridge getting hurt like that."
Ezekiel: "Today was very chaotic. As much as it pains me to this, Bridgette, I vote for you. You don't deserve it at all, but in some way, if you lose, you will rest knowing that you won't have to suffer any more."
Duncan: "Damn, I can't believe Courtney convinced all of us to vote Sadie. I mean, I can see why she did it, it messes with Katie's mind, but it's still pretty fucked up. Not that I care much for the twins though, this was bound to happen eventually, I'm just… a bit upset that I just got Sadie out of denial."
Bridgette: "My hand hurts so much… I hope to God that I win this tiebreaker… I've been spending too much time with Geoff that I've been neglecting death too much. I vote for Sadie, I'm sorry."
Tyler: "Man, this completely blows. I hope that I convinced Courtney enough… I'm really not good at these challenges, but I have to make up my mistakes while I still can, it's just like Ezekiel said! Anyways, I vote for Bridgette, hopefully, I can defeat her in a tiebreaker with her poor hand."
Courtney: "I vote for Sadie, I'm sorry, Katie, but if our situations were reversed, you'd definitely do the same. It's nothing personal, it's just better for our team…"
Harold: "Gosh, I can't believe Tyler messed up that badly! If he just voted off Duncan instead of Eva, we'd have the advantage! It's not fair! Gosh! I vote for Bridgette, I just hope that Tyler can beat her in the tiebreaker."
Sadie: "OMG, I vote for Bridgette, she's so nice, but Harold says that she's the weakest member on the other alliance, especially with her new burnt hand. Oh well, what happens, happens!"
Bridgette: (4 Votes): (Harold, Sadie, Ezekiel, Tyler): Won tiebreaker
Sadie: (4 Votes): (Geoff, Courtney, Bridgette, Duncan): Lost tiebreaker
Screaming Gophers: LeShawna, Noah, Justin, Katie, Heather, Gwen
Killer Bass: Geoff, Tyler, Courtney, Harold, Ezekiel, Duncan, Bridgette
24: Owen
23: Izzy
22: DJ
21: Lindsay
20: Trent
19: Eva
18: Cody
17: Beth
16: Sadie
Final Words: "KATIE! I LOVE YOU! DON'T EVER FORGET ME! KATIE!"
Why was Sadie eliminated?
The Sweet Girl's Friend… I loved writing her denial arc, there was something that felt so different about it, it's not a concept that has exactly been explored before, considering Deadly TDI fanfics aren't that common. The idea for her denial arc just sort of came out of the blue while I was writing one of the chapters. I had nothing planned for Sadie other than being a filler character that pushed Katie's plot. If you had told me that Sadie out of all characters would end up being my favorite to write in Isle of Despair, I wouldn't believe you. I know her elimination feels quite unfair, but that's how life is on Total Drama Island…
That's that! Searching for recipes was much more time-taxing than I thought it would be, but anyway! The Gophers finally broke their horrible losing streak! And this elimination isn't even as half as intense as next episode's elimination… See you next time on Who Can You Trust? Favorite, follow, and review if you can! Thanks again for making my story reach 20 reviews!
- How do you think Katie will overcome from Sadie's death, if at all?
- How will the new tension in the Bass culminate in next chapter?
- Who will strangle each other first? LeShawna or Heather?
- Who will make merge?
See you next time!
-Lapizite