We are back in business! Welcome back to Isle of Despair! I don't have much to say besides school will be out when this gets released, so I'll have less time to work on this! But, oh boy, this chapter's absolutely my favorite so far… You'll just have to see yourself…
Five campers are dead so far!
Owen. Izzy. DJ. Lindsay. Trent. Who's next?
That's a factor for you to find out… a Phobia Factor… (badum tssst)
Chris appeared once more on the docks clearing his voice before speaking to the camera.
"Welcome back to Total! Drama! Island! In the last episode, our campers went camping in the woods!" The camera flashed to an image of the Killer Bass traversing through the wooded thicket. Shade from the trees made the campers' visibility poor.
"Our surfer girl certainly went on an adventure of her own! Bridgette got lost in the woods, spooked by an owl, and hunted by a bear all in one night! Crazy trauma and excellent drama!" The camera flashed again to Bridgette running for her life from a giant bear with his jaws agape. The scene switched to Bridgette stumbling upon the Screaming Gopher's campsite and waking up while bound to a log by rope.
"But she wasn't the only camper seen as bear food! Poor old Trento tried protecting his buds from a bear with the fish he caught with the Codemeister! Too bad that giant fuzzball didn't care for seafood that night!"
The camera flickered to a dark image of Trent's mangled corpse. White from bones blended with red blood and peach skin. The musician's tranquil face was replaced by gashes and scratches from the claws of the creature, which exposed his brain and skull. His body was leaking red liquid around the ground and emitted a foul odor that would knock out the most innocent of souls.
"After joining in on the bear feast, he gave Beth a nice round of survivor's guilt! Speaking of Beth, she faced off against Heather in a tiebreaker which she won much to the surprise of Heather!"
The screen switched from the daunting image to Heather missing her dart completely off the board, causing her to lose to the wannabe. It flashed forward a few seconds to Heather with a sack covering her head, kicking and screaming as Chef pulled the mean girl to an electric chair for her execution.
"We would have seen Heather sparkling up the night sky if it weren't for Elvis acting like a hound dog and becoming bear chow. Too bad I didn't get to kill anybody yesterday, huh?"
Chris brandished his silver handgun and gave it a small kiss. "Well, that's yesterday! Today is the day! Who will live through their frights? And who will live past this night? Find out right here! Right now! On Total! Drama! Island!"
Theme Song
Duncan woke up atop his bunk bed as a fly buzzed around his face. His eyelids fluttered open to a blur before adjusting to the room. He swatted the fly with his hand.
Duncan let out a small groan as he sat up on his bed. He hadn't been able to get satisfactory rest during the previous challenge or the Awakeathon.
The delinquent hopped out of his top bunk and examined the room while stretching.
Ezekiel was absent for his morning walk. Around the room, Geoff, Tyler, and Harold were all snoozing, seeming peaceful in their sleep.
Duncan rubbed his eyes once more and saw that Harold's clock read just before 7:00. The mohawked punk covered his ears in anticipation, for he knew what came next; the loudspeaker screeched aloud and the gritty Cook announced through the loudspeaker: "Rise and Shine, maggots! Breakfast is ready for y'all! Be there or not, I don't give a shit."
The three boys who had previously been deep in sleep groaned and struggled at the loud announcement.
"The party's not in five, brah…" Geoff mumbled into his pillow before Duncan shook his blanket.
"Come on, blondie, let's getta moving." Duncan rubbed his forehead as Geoff awoke from his dazed slumber.
"Another day on this fucking island…" Tyler said as he staggered out of his bed and stretched.
"Gosh! Can we ever get any good rest for one of these days?" Harold said as he equipped his large glasses and exited his bed.
"Definitely not, Dorkus, Chris seems to relish in any misery we show." Duncan opened a small wooden drawer and grabbed a pair of his clothes from it.
Harold rolled his eyes and ignored the delinquent's name-calling before grabbing a pair of his clothes.
(Confessional: Harold)
Harold shook his hand after picking his nose, causing a booger to flick onto the confessional ground.
"I'm still not a big fan of Duncan. He's a complete douche and doesn't appreciate my Mad Skillz winning these challenges! Gosh!"
Harold crossed his arms in annoyance.
"At least I have a plan to bring Eva and Sadie into our alliance, so we can take down the power group!"
Harold pumped his fist and smiled with enthusiasm before realizing his excitement was out of place.
"I guess I shouldn't be so cheery… I mean these are people who are getting killed after all…"
(End Confessional: Harold)
The loudspeaker echoed throughout the female side of the Bass cabin as Eva groaned awake.
She had dreamt about her run before the Awakeathon. A seemingly simple run. One she didn't realize would be her last.
She carefully adjusted her position so she wouldn't hurt her legs and leaped onto her wheelchair which had sat right beside her bed. She wheeled over to a drawer and picked out her clothes.
"Hey Eva, how are you feeling." A CIT's voice called from the other side of the cabin, causing the brute to jerk her head towards her.
Eva looked around the room and saw that Sadie had already left the room. Courtney had disheveled hair and tired eyes as she sat up and Bridgette groaned into her pillow with heavy fatigue.
"Still handicapped. Not much I can do about it. How are you, Courtney?" Eva returned her gaze back to her clothes.
"I think I'm doing alright…" Courtney rubbed her eyes as Bridgette sat up and slouched on the side of her bed.
"We're on a winning streak, so that's always good… I promise that none of us will die any day soon as long as we all put in our utmost effort." Courtney narrowed her eyes at the back of Bridgette's head. She was careful when picking out her words to not trigger Eva, but to get the point across to Bridgette.
However, the exact opposite happened as Bridgette was still dazed and couldn't understand Courtney's message. Eva, on the other hand, saw Courtney glaring daggers on Bridgette.
Eva came to defend Bridgette
"Lay off Bridgette, she's been through a lot yesterday."
Courtney was surprised at Eva's defense of the surfer girl and grew quite defensive of herself.
"I just want our team to win more. Is that so bad to ask? Considering your circumstances, I'm surprised you're not as invigorated as I am."
Courtney said that last part with a pinch of bitterness, which Eva didn't mind.
"At this point, I'm fucked no matter what I do. I just don't have the energy to care anymore." Eva rolled her wheelchair away as Bridgette mumbled.
"So… tired…" Bridgette said as she nearly collapsed on the ground. She was exhausted after the previous day, with all the running in the woods, being tied up in the woods, and being petrified in fear of the woods.
It was no surprise to her that she had a dream about the woods. Where she was chased by the horrid bear she had faced before. In her nightmarish scenario, she was caught by the beast's jaws.
Courtney caught Bridgette before she fell onto the ground and tapped her shoulder until she was awake enough. At this point, Eva had rolled out of the cabin.
"Hey… Courtney…" Bridgette mumbled with severe fatigue. She rubbed her eyes before she was awake enough to pick out a couple of clothes.
Courtney watched the drowsy surfer in silence before she exited the cabin.
(Confessional: Courtney)
Courtney sat up straight, looking into the confessional formally composed.
"Bridgette hasn't been doing very well in challenges lately and her fatigue won't help today."
Courtney brushed the side of her arm.
"I know I'm acting a bit harsh towards her, but I'm doing this because I care. Bridgette's a nice girl and, more importantly, a critical alliance member. I can't have an alliance member doing poorly in challenges if I want to get out of here alive."
(End Confessional: Courtney)
(Confessional: Bridgette)
Bridgette rubbed her eyes. She was much more awake in the confessional than she was in the morning. "Yesterday… was horrifying… I'm relieved to get out of that fucking forest. Just when I get a bit comfortable with being around Geoff, he loses me in the woods."
Bridgette gave an annoyed glance at the camera and crossed her arms.
"But what really pissed me the most about yesterday was Courtney slandering me after I got lost- not even showing a little bit of concern. I can understand that she's been stressed from the game, I wanna get out of here too for crying out loud, but she could loosen up a little."
(End Confessional: Bridgette)
Prairie boy Ezekiel was walking along the beach. He had ventured along the coastline daily ever since he had first arrived on the island. Back home, the nearest lake didn't have the sandy beaches Wawanakwa had, but instead simply grass and mud.
The tidal waves washed back and forth against the sands as Ezekiel walked beside the lake with his hands in his pockets.
It was ironic, for such a terrible game, that the island was a pretty soothing place to be, with its quiet nature and calming waves.
Commenting on the devilish nature of the game, Ezekiel had accepted the fact that he was likely doomed to death as soon as he stepped foot onto the island.
He had made his peace and wished to guide others to peace.
A rock made a loud splash as it was thrown into the water. Zeke darted his eyes from where the rock was thrown and spotted a brunette wannabe sitting on a large stone, her body sitting in a similar form to The Thinker.
Ezekiel noticed Beth with an agitated look on her face as she lobbed another small pebble into the crashing waves.
"Hello there. Bella is it?" He asked. Beth kept her eyes fixed on the waves.
"Beth." She corrected before leaning down to pick up another stone.
"Sorry, eh. How are you doing, Beth?"
Beth let out a sigh. "I feel horrible."
Ezekiel looked back out at the waves as a stone flew threw the air from Beth's hand.
"I understand, eh. This game is quite awful." Ezekiel kept his hands in his pocket.
"It's not the game… well I guess it technically is…"
Ezekiel raised an eyebrow at the short brunette girl.
"Yesterday, we didn't vote anyone off…" Beth had stopped throwing stones at the waters but still fixed her gaze on the lake.
"That's good, eh?" Ezekiel said.
"Not really… it's because of the challenge yesterday… one of our teammates, Trent, got mauled by a bear…" Beth looked down from where she was picking pebbles with guilt in her eyes.
"My condolences, eh. It's absolutely horrendous to have seen someone perish that way." Ezekiel winced at the mention of another death on the island.
"That's the thing… I feel like it's my fault…" Beth replied.
Ezekiel's mind was surprised for a moment, pondering what to say next.
"Well… why do you think that, eh?"
Beth threw another stone at the waves against the beach.
"That bear was supposed to kill me… but Trent got ahold of its attention…" Beth tried holding back tears at the thought of the painful memory. Ezekiel noticed small drops of water in her eyes and kneeled down to her level.
"Hey… don't worry then… It's not your fault at all then, eh." Ezekiel gave a comforting look at Beth.
"But- but it is…" She held back the tears successfully, with only tiny droplets of water forming on her eyelids.
"It is not." Ezekiel put his hand on Beth's shoulder. "From what it sounds like, Trent gave up his life for yours. A noble sacrifice that you should always be thankful for, not cry at the memory of. Eh?"
Beth sniffled. "Okay…"
Ezekiel repeated himself, emphasizing his words. "Remember. Trent saved you from his own decision, you are not responsible for what happened to him. Understand?"
Ezekiel stared directly into Beth's eyes. The wannabe didn't look back at him but nodded in agreement.
"I understand." She said.
A few seconds of silence went by as Ezekiel backed off and stood up.
"Well, we should probably go to breakfast soon, eh?"
Beth nodded, while doubts lingered in her mind of Ezekiel's statement, sparks of encouragement from his words combatted the doubts.
(Confessional: Beth)
Beth pushed her glasses up her mousy nose.
"Trent didn't save me on purpose… I know that… But Ezekiel is right, I should be thankful for him, I shouldn't be stuck with guilt! I need to live on as a thanks for him."
(End Confessional: Beth)
The camera flashed to the mess hall. The campers were eating a quite decent meal for once, apples with toast. The meal wasn't fresh, with small spots of potential mold, but at least it wasn't conscious.
Harold had exchanged his apple for Tyler's toast due to his allergies.
The campers were far into their breakfast as the grinning host came into the building.
"Well, campers! How are you all doing this fine morning!" Chris surveyed the room to see if anybody would respond to him.
He received a few middle fingers from Gwen and Noah and an apple thrown at him by Duncan.
He flinched back and dodged the apple which had been aimed at his precious face. Duncan smirked back at the host as Courtney and Geoff gave him a concerned glance.
"Hey! Not the face, dude!" He brandished his shiny gun which stopped his smirk and seated him back down.
"That's more like it! Anyways! What do you all have to say about a certain Elvis missing from our Gophers?" Chris looked around again.
LeShawna gulped down her toast before responding. "Damn shame. He was a good guy. He didn't deserve to get mauled by a bear." Heather rolled her eyes. "Better him than us, though."
She received glares from many of the campers, especially Bridgette who hadn't forgotten that she was the supposed main force behind her being tied up in the woods the day prior.
She looked up from her toast and noticed that many campers were glaring daggers at her and gave a sheepish response. "Still… shame he had to die though… if only someone wasn't behind all of this shit." Heather glared at Chris in order to redirect the negative attention at her to him.
Chris gave a large smile as he realized the campers were glaring at the beautiful him.
"Ah! Attention! Wonderful! Anyways, it is a shame that Elvis ended up as bear chow!" Chris pulled out a shiny red remote and pressed the button.
Trent's poster glinted slightly red as it buzzed to an image of his dead body. He was mangled by the bear horrendously. He looked as if he was a bony mannequin that had flesh and blood thrown randomly across his corpse. His green clothing could be seen with claw marks and rips across it. His face was most grueling - his face was unrecognizably replaced by a mix of red and black.
The campers groaned in disgust as they looked away from Trent's mangled corpse.
"Sick fuck…" Gwen muttered as Chris laughed.
"Now, now! Don't get your knickers in a twist! I got a surprise for you all!"
Chef entered the mess hall holding one end of a stretcher. A foul stench could be smelled from the object atop the stretcher, which was covered by a tarp. An intern held the other side of the stretcher, holding herself back from puking in disgust.
The campers knew immediately what lay beneath the tarp as Chef placed it on top of the Bass's table.
Chef lifted the tarp to reveal Trent himself, mangled and decaying. The Killer Bass looked away with wide eyes. A few of them screamed at the dead body in front of them.
"Holy fuck!" Duncan exclaimed as he shielded his eyes from Trent.
Bridgette hugged close to Geoff and buried her eyes into his arm. She had seen the musician's dead body and came close to a similar fate to him which she had not forgotten.
Tyler nearly fainted as he sniffed the smell of the corpse in front of him.
"You Gopher folks have seen Trento twine himself into a twisted death, so I thought why shouldn't the Bass!"
"What the fuck, man!" Tyler held himself back from crying in fear. He shakily glared at the host with disdain as many of the campers who wouldn't have Trent's dead body in their field of view imitated.
Beth felt a surge of guilt through her veins as she averted her eyes away from Trent.
"Don't look, hon." LeShawna put a comforting hand on Beth's shoulder as cries of disgust and anger were given to the host.
"Sicko…" Noah muttered as Katie looked at her bestie who had her eyes full of fear.
Eva shuddered in fear as the mangled face of the musician looked directly at her.
It was almost taunting her as if it knew her time was coming soon and she'd be doomed to die on the island.
Eva closed her eyes and jerked her head away from the corpse - a burning reminder of what was to come to her and nearly all the campers in the room.
Chris snapped his fingers twice after another minute of outrage and disgust, signaling to Chef to bring the dead body out of the mess hall.
Chef and the intern picked up the stretcher and hauled it out of the mess hall.
The campers tried to compose themselves but their minds lingered on the haunting image of Trent's mangled corpse.
Tyler turned around in his seat and hurled on the floor in disgust.
Chris sighed, baking himself in the soothing sound of distressed teenagers. "I'm glad you all are hurling with joy! Except you Tyler. Someone has to clean that up, you know." Chris pointed at the clumsy jock. Tyler ignored the host and threw up on the ground again as Harold patted his back.
Chris pulled out a megaphone and spoke into it. "Challenge time! I'll just explain it here, no need to go anywhere, but this will be the scariest challenge yet!"
"Scarier than what we just saw? Yeah right…" LeShawna rolled her eyes.
"Yup! Horrifying!" Chris pulled out a chicken leg out of his pocket.
"Why is there a chicken leg in your pocket?" Justin said.
"For Tyler! Catch!" Chris threw the chicken leg to Tyler. The jock, who was finished hurling, looked up to see the chicken leg hit him directly on the forehead. As soon as he realized what was in front of him, he jumped out of his seat in fear.
"AH FUCK! CHICKENS! DON'T PROBE ME BRO!" Tyler screamed before he fell on the floor, thankfully not on his puke.
"What was that, eh?" Ezekiel asked his friend.
Chris gave out a small chuckle at the jock's misery. "That was an example of today's challenge! Facing your biggest fears!"
The campers' eyes went wide. Their biggest fears were about to be imposed upon them.
Chris chuckled before turning to look at the Gopher's table.
"LeShawna! Get ready to kiss a spider!" LeShawna, who was drinking a glass of water, spat out the liquid in shock all over Heather, soaking her. Heather cursed and whined in frustration as the host laughed.
"Beth! You have a date with a few slugs!" The wannabe quickly turned worried and gripped her fork tighter with nervousness.
"And Gwen! You'll have to meet us by the beach! Get ready to be buried alive for 5 minutes!" Chris let out a sly chuckle as he said the last part.
Gwen gasped before snarling at the host. "No way!"
Chris chuckled. If you refuse, your team will lose a point, but if you face your fear successfully by doing what I ask you to, you get a point for your team!"
Gwen crossed her arms with annoyance. "Whatever. This sucks."
"I'm not even going to ask how you know our biggest fears," Bridgette said.
Chris pulled out papers and taunted it at the contestants. "But I'll answer! We have our sources!"
"Ten bucks they aren't legal sources," Noah whispered to Gwen, emitting a small chuckle.
"Well… legal's a loose term here on the island…" Chris noted.
The host pulled an air horn. "With that, let's all go to the amphitheater!" He pressed on the airhorn, causing it to release a loud, irritating sound that caused all the campers to begin rushing to the amphitheater.
The scene flashed to the amphitheater, where Eva wheeled on screen thanks to Tyler. Most of the Bass were sitting on the wooden bleachers while the Gophers were either on stage or on their side of the bleachers. In the center of the stage lay a kiddie pool of slimy, squirming, scandalous slugs.
Beth shuddered as she stared into the pool. It seemed as if it was a bottomless pit of grossness.
Chris patted Beth on her back with his enthusiastic smile. "Beth! All you need to do is sit in here for a minute!" Chris rubbed his hands together in anticipation.
LeShawna patted Beth's shoulder. "You got this, homegirl." Heather heckled out from the audience. "You better! Don't lose this point for us!"
Beth sighed and closed her eyes as she entered the slug pit.
She kept closing her eyes and kept telling herself: She is strong. She can do this.
Despite her mind focusing on her success, she could feel the slugs swimming around her with their small slimy bodies.
Suddenly, Beth felt tiny bites appearing around her short body. She ignored the pain, before realizing these aren't slugs, they're leeches.
Nevertheless, Beth kept soldiering on with this bloodsucking revelation.
Behind LeShawna, Chef walked up to her with a glass container in his hands, full of webs. The hardened cook was wearing protective gloves before opening the container, through the glass was a large black spider with a red dot on it that was quickly moving around the container.
"LeShawna, you must kiss this venomous spider to get a point!"
The cheap boards creaked loudly as LeShawna backed away. Did he say venomous?
The spider crawled around Chef's hand as he put it close to LeShawna's face. It was only three inches away from biting LeShawna and possibly giving her a deadly end.
"Get on with it, LeShawna!" Heather heckled once more from the audience.
"It's less risk if you're quick!" Noah advised from the audience.
(Confessional: Heather)
"People may call me out for my 'bitchy attitude'" Heather said as she used air quotations. "But at least I get shit done! We are on a losing streak people!"
(End Confessional: Heather)
(Confessional: Noah)
"Am I the only one that has noticed we've been on a losing streak? We've lost like, what, three people? And Trent seemed like a pretty strong team player…"
Noah thought in silence for a few seconds, reviewing his choices in the game.
"The only reason I'm saved from the chopping block is because people like Heather constantly bicker with LeShawna and Gwen. Unfortunately… that shit really weighs us down in challenges. Heather should probably cool it for a bit."
(End Confessional: Noah)
LeShawna closed her eyes, praying to God she wouldn't get bit, and puckered her lips on the spider's furry back all in one second.
She retreated back as a ding noise played. She felt no painful bites on her face.
"And that's two points for the Gophers!" Chris announced through his megaphone as a pale leech-covered Beth climbed out of the kiddie pool, nearly fainting.
"That was horrible…" Beth agonizingly whined before being sprayed by a hose from Chef, washing the leeches off her skin.
"Time for the beach, Gwen!"
The Gophers cheered while Chef forcefully dragged Gwen to the beach.
On the sandy shoreline, a large hole could be seen with a glass coffin.
Gwen was dragged right beside it by Chef, while numerous campers followed.
"All you have to do is be buried alive for five minutes," Chris slyly said, not being noticed by anyone as he winked at the camera.
Gwen grumbled in annoyance.
"Fine. Anything to win. But you better take me out of there ASAP." Gwen glared at the Chef and the host, which they weren't phased at all by.
(Confessional: Gwen)
Gwen crossed her arms in annoyance as she leaned against the side of the confessional.
"When I was young, my brother dared me to hide inside of a chest. I did and ended up being locked in there for hours."
Gwen shuddered at the memory.
"As much as I think coffins are cool, they are specifically for dead people." Gwen emphasized as the camera cut to static.
(End Confessional: Gwen)
The glass coffin creaked open as Gwen entered inside of it. "How is she supposed to breathe in there?" Courtney asked, concerned for the goth's well-being.
"We have an oxygen tank that should last for an entire hour, so don't worry!" Chris said as Chef closed the coffin and began shoveling sand atop Gwen.
"Should?" Courtney questioned.
Chris coughed and ignored the concerned CIT, moving back to the amphitheater, signaling the campers to follow him.
"Next up is Harold! Prepare to fight ninjas!" Chris announced through his megaphone.
"Wicked!" The dweeb glinted with excitement in his eyes as he pulled out his nunchucks.
"Without your nunchucks!" Chris announced as Harold gasped loudly.
"What! How the Ninjago am I supposed to defeat the honorable ninja!" Harold exclaimed.
"Don't worry, bro, you'll think of something," Tyler reassured his friend.
(Confessional: Harold)
Harold pulled out nunchucks from his questionably large pockets and observed them.
"I learned how to be an expert nunchucker at Ninja Steve's Karate Camp. I've dreamt of this moment! To fight against the honorable ninja! But without my nunchucks, I am but an exposed duck!"
Harold sighed in disappointment as the camera cut away.
(End Confessional: Harold)
The camera flashed to Harold standing lonesome on the stage.
"You got this, Harold!" Eva encouraged from the audience. "You better…"
Courtney gave more harsh words of encouragement. "Don't chicken out, Harold!" The jock sitting between the two girls shuddered at the mention of a chicken.
"Yeah, eh! Defeat them nine Joes, eh!" Ezekiel called out, not knowing what a 'ninja' was.
Harold gulped as three ropes lowered from the top of the amphitheater. He looked up and saw three ninjas sliding down from the roof.
As soon as they made contact with the floor, Harold, without hesitation, kicked out one of the ninja's in the kiwis before turning around 180 degrees to deliver a punch in another ninja's face.
In the blink of an eye, there was ninja left, who nervously backed into a ready stance.
He leaped towards the ginger nerd, who dodged out of the way.
The ninja continued stumbling past Harold before he received a blow to the back of his head, knocking him out.
The Bass cheered in astonishment and amazement as Harold smiled proudly.
"Another point to the Killer Bass!" Chris stated, impressed by the dweeb's fighting skills.
(Confessional: Harold)
Harold stood proudly in the confessional.
"Now that's what I call facing my fears!"
(End Confessional: Harold)
Chris cleared his voice. "Next up, it's Tyler Time! We have around of chickens ready to-"
"NO! I'M NOT DOING IT!" Tyler screamed, standing out from his seat in the audience.
The Bass were surprised by the Jock's sudden outburst.
"Really, man? A fucking chicken? This is life or death itself." Duncan criticized.
"I- I'm not doing it!" Tyler stuttered, his hands yanking on his hair.
"Man up, Tyler! It's just a fucking Chicken! Don't be so weak!" Courtney complained as she pointed at the jock's chest.
"Tyler… I'd appreciate it…" Eva mumbled.
"NEVER! HELL NO!"
"I think Tyler has made his point loud and clear!" Chris announced through his megaphone.
The jock sighed in relief as multiple glares were sent his way which he brushed off.
"Ezekiel!" Chris yelled suddenly, causing multiple contestants to fix their eyes either on Chris or the prairie boy.
"It's harvesting season…" Chris smirked.
"Oh no…" Ezekiel mumbled, realizing the impossible task he was faced with.
Eva raised an eyebrow at the homeschooler. "What's your fear, homeschooled?"
Zeke shuddered. "Getting caught by my pa's harvester… I saw a few chickens ended up mangled after an incident when I was twelve, eh."
"For this challenge, you'll be chased by a combine harvester, costly stuff, by the way, to get your team a point."
After a few seconds of consideration, Ezekiel shook his head in denial. "No. That's stuff deadly and painful, eh."
Courtney groaned. "Come on! You guys can't all refuse your fears! Contribute to the team!" With every word barking out of her mouth, Chris laughed.
"Calm it, Courtney," Tyler said trying to cool off the CIT to no avail.
"No! This is life or death, chicken boy. Get your act together!" Courtney whined.
Tyler backed off, rolling his eyes with annoyance at the perfectionist.
"Come on, prairie boy! You can do it." Duncan said as Ezekiel shook his head frantically.
"If you guys are so adamant about us facing our fears, why don't you two face yours?" Tyler asked.
"I'm not afraid of anything, fear is irrational." The type-a confidently declared.
"Baloney." Eva coughed to Duncan.
"Well, what's your fear, Eva?" Courtney asked with an offended tone.
Eva sat up high in her wheelchair. "Having to dress up like a fairy ballerina princess."
Duncan and Tyler both snickered while Courtney raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that more of an annoyance than a fear?"
"You're more of an annoyance than a fear," Eva muttered, causing Courtney to blush.
"Dang, she got you good, princess," Duncan commented.
"Don't act cocky, jail boy, what's your fear?" The CIT questioned.
The delinquent backed off a bit as Courtney approached him, menacingly leaning toward him.
"We'll get there when we get there…" Duncan mumbled, looking away from the CIT.
(Confessional: Tyler)
Tyler leaned comfortably against the not-so-sturdy confessional wall with his arms crossed.
"Duncan and Courtney were pretty awful this entire challenge. They kept bickering to us about us not facing our fears. Just because they're on top of the food chain doesn't mean they should keep slandering us!"
(End Confessional: Tyler)
Chris, who had been quiet to let the four bass quarrel amongst each other, finally intervened to continue the challenge.
"I guess Zekey boy's not getting to Heaven's gates too soon! Next up, Heather! Iiiiiiit's Sumo time!" Chris smiled as his eyes fixed on Heather.
Heather nearly fainted as Chris announced his words.
"How the hell did you-"
"I have my methods! Get ready to face against a fat, pimply, gross, disgusting, sweaty, smelly Sumo Wrestler!" Heather began sweating nervously, contemplating whether she should go up on stage or not.
Beth nudged the Queen Bee. "Come on! Can't you just go up there? You've been oh-so adamant about making us face our fears!"
Heather blushed with annoyance. "Shut up, Miss Piggy, I'm going up there."
The mean girl stood out of her seat and walked up to the theater as a sumo wrestler entered the stage.
Suddenly a gigantic Chinese sumo wrestler came out from backstage. His fat overflowed from his body and he narrowed his eyes towards Heather.
She started shaking in fear as the sumo wrestler gave out a smirk at her.
"W- well! Come at me you… fatass slimeball!" Heather put herself at a ready fighting stance, trying to hide any signs of fear, which she did poorly.
A loud buzz sounded as the sumo wrestler began charging towards Heather.
As the giant sweat ball came barreling towards Heather she ducked down into the fetal position, causing the sumo wrestler to slip past the Asian girl and roll offstage and out of the scene.
Heather peeked out of her curled-up body as she looked back at the sumo wrestler rolling away.
"And that's a point for our mean chick!" Chris announced.
Courtney opened her mouth to retaliate: After all, Heather didn't face her fear, the sumo wrestler just missed her.
A wheelchaired brute noticed and put her fingers on Courtney's lips.
"Don't. It's not going to convince him."
Courtney shut herself up, annoyed at the Gophers getting another point compared to their one point.
But that didn't stop another Bass member from pointing it out.
"Hey, how does that make any sense? She just curled up in fear!" Harold pointed out.
Chris shrugged. "She defeated the sumo wrestler, technically, I'd see that as her facing her fear. Now shut up before I make you into a dude smoothie."
The host's handgun was held up at Harold which swiftly silenced the scrawny nerd.
"Now next up is-"
"Hey, shouldn't we dig up homegirl by now? Five minutes have already passed." LeShawna mentioned.
"Good point, LeShawna! But because you asked, we're extending her time to an hour!" Chris smiled as LeShawna's slapped her forehead.
(Confessional: LeShawna)
LeShawna slapped herself on the forehead multiple times.
"Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Sorry, homegirl, should've known that jackass host would've pulled something like that."
(End Confessional: LeShawna)
(Confessional: Chris)
Chris laughed at the camera, with his hand covering his mouth.
"I was already going to have her stay underground for an hour. But making them think it's their fault is infinitely more funnier!"
(End Confessional: Chris)
"Anyways, save your blabbering of unfairness. It'll only add more hours to Gwen's underground adventure! Next up are Bridgette and Geoff! Speaking of which where are they?" Chris looked at the Killer Bass who looked around the bleachers, noticing the blonde couple's absence.
"Last time I saw them, they were hanging around the boathouse," Duncan mentioned.
"Oh, those two are fucking." Justin whispered to Noah. The latter rolled his eyes and gave a humored smirk at the obvious.
"What. Do you want to join them?" Noah wittily replied.
"I don't see why not. I mean, have you seen Geoff?" Justin whispered back as Chris let out an annoyed groan.
"Well, fetch those two before I make them into Eva two and three."
Everyone glared daggers at the host, especially Eva who flipped the bird at him, as Courtney left the scene to the boathouse.
Right outside the boat house, Bridgette and Geoff lay down on a white lawn chair. The surfer chick rested against Geoff's chest and the party animal stroked Bridgette's long blonde hair.
"I still can't believe those Gophers left me tied up in the woods. It was beyond horrifying." Bridgette said as she closed her eyes.
"Chyeah, babe, that's a real downer." Geoff leaned back in his chair, staring at the clouds above.
"The things people will do here… It honestly scares me." Bridgette continued rambling.
"Uh-huh," Geoff said, not really paying attention, looking at a pair of five seagulls flying above.
"As much as I'm afraid of dying, I would never hurt these people under any circumstances." The pacifist rambled on as Geoff nodded.
"It sickens me to see these people viewing each other as obstacles in the way of each other's survival… Geoff, are you listening?"
Geoff looked down at the surfer girl. "Uh… yeah sure. You were talking about obstacle courses and stuff."
Bridgette sat up, taking her head off from leaning against Geoff, and sat back on her half of the lawn chair.
"Listen, Geoff, please. I need someone to vent to, especially after yesterday and especially after Courtney slandered me for getting lost yesterday."
"Oh, yeah, dude, that chick seriously needs to take a chill pill."
"No, I don't!" The perfectionist interrupted as she walked on screen from behind the boat house.
The two blondes were alarmed and immediately perked themselves up.
"Courtney! Hi! What's up?" Bridgette said, giving an innocent smile.
The CIT ignored Bridgette's greeting and immediately cut to the chase.
"You two slackers need to get to the amphitheater to face your fears for today's challenge. Follow me." Bridgette got out of her chair while Geoff stayed back. "Why? Will you fire us if you do, brah?"
"No, but Chris will certainly fire a cannon at you if you don't, so please just follow me."
Geoff got out of his seat and followed the two girls.
"So, it's a fear challenge. What's your biggest fear, Courtney?" Bridgette asked.
"Oh. I'm not afraid of anything. Fear is irrational." Courtney responded.
The two blondes rolled their eyes as Courtney asked the same question back at the two.
(Confessional: Bridgette)
"Sure, the perfectionist is afraid of nothing." Bridgette made air quotations at the last word.
(End Confessional: Bridgette)
"I'm like sickly scared of hail, dude. It's small but deadly." Geoff said.
"Well, I'm afraid of the woods. I already faced it yesterday, but I'm not enthusiastic to face it again today…" Bridgette said as she scratched the back of her neck.
Courtney stopped in her tracks and turned around to face the surfer chick.
"Oh, you're going back in the woods. We need this point, we're already 3 points behind." Courtney pointed her finger at Bridgette's chest.
"No, Courtney, I'm not-"
"Listen up, you've been doing complete dogshit in these last challenges." Courtney's irritation was slowly creeping at the surfer chick. "You killed my violin, you got lost in the middle of the goddamn woods, and you're unwilling to face your fears."
"If you want to get off this fucking island, you have to have grit, you need to work hard." Courtney stepped closer to the surfer chick, who showed no fear at the CIT.
"So get your act together, and go to the amphitheater." Courtney's face was inches away from the surfer chick's.
Geoff pulled Bridgette away from Courtney and stood between the two. "Hey Court, take a chill pill, and stop stressing. I'll go up on stage."
Courtney stepped back and crossed her hands. "Fine, good for you to contribute to the team, let's go."
Courtney ran back to the amphitheater as Geoff and Bridgette followed.
"Finally! What was taking so long?" Chris whined as the three Bass players entered the area, holstering his handgun.
Courtney opened her mouth to speak as Chris interrupted her.
"Whatever, let's just get Geoff on stage, we have a drone that'll shoot balls of hail at you. Bridgette, we'll have you be in the woods, just tied up like yesterday. You two in?" Chris took out a remote for the hail drone and rope to tie Bridgette in the middle of the woods.
"Sure, brah, this will hurt." Geoff walked up onto the amphitheater as Chris controlled the hail drone.
"Just stand still for thirty seconds as it pelts you, man!" Chris yelled before controlling the remote for the drone.
The drone began spurting chunks of hail at Geoff's head. The party animal covered his head in protection and stopped himself from instinctively running.
Painful bursts of ice scrapped against Geoff's skin as he gritted his teeth together.
After thirty agonizing seconds, the drone stopped shooting, releasing a clicking sound.
"And Geoff scores for his team!" Chris announced with a ding.
"Bridgette! Are you ready to get roped up in the woods for six hours?" Chris smiled at the surfer chick who shook her head repeatedly.
"No… I'm not doing that again…" Bridgette sat down against the bleachers beside Geoff.
Courtney rolled her eyes with disapproval at the surfer chick, choosing to stay silent.
"Come on, Bridgette, you have to tough it out, you already did it yesterday," Eva mentioned.
"But yesterday I spent an hour lost, this time is six hours and I'm being tied up in the woods. What if a bear comes there? I'm not doing it again…" Bridgette said.
"Then you'll end up as Trent number two!" Chris intervened, receiving multiple angry glares from the audience.
"Geez, learn to take a joke, people, anyways Geoff wins a point while Bridgette doesn't get a point for her team. 4-2 Gophers." Chris ravaged through his notes to see who would participate next.
"Next up… Noah!" The host said as all eyes turned to Noah, who mumbled a curse under his breath.
"What's you fear, geek?" Heather asked.
"It's… drowning…" Noah said while he stood up from the bleachers.
"Why?" Katie questioned.
"Questions are for later! Drowning is for right now!" Chris chuckled.
Groans came from the bookworm's mouth as he trotted towards the wooden docks of Wawanakwa.
Back on the docks, multiple campers looked at the bookworm, who was now in a bathing suit with Chris giving instructions.
"Just try to hold your breath underwater for a minute! Understand?" Chris instructed.
"Yeah, what happens if I need air pronto, though," Noah asked.
"That's for you to find out!" Chris said as he pushed Noah off the dock and into the cold waters of Lake Wawanakwa.
Numerous campers yelled out in surprise as Noah clashed with the water.
Beneath the waves, Noah quickly shut his eyes, to not get water in them.
The water was freezing and Noah held his breath as hard as he could.
After a few seconds, the schemer's lungs started hurting.
After a few seconds more, his lungs began burning hard.
Noah opened his eyes and looked at the surface. He contemplated on whether enough time had passed or not.
Had he been under there for forty or fifty seconds yet?
Noah saw himself slowly turning paler and decided to book it to the surface, unsure if he was there long enough.
As he emerged, he took in a deep breath and sputtered out water from his lungs.
Campers cheered from above, but the bookworm was unsure as if it was for his team winning a point or the Bass cheering at him not receiving a point.
He wiped his eyes and hair out of his face as two hands picked him up by the shoulders and hauled him up to the docks.
He heard Chris mumble something inaudible due to the water in his ears.
As he looked around he realized it was the Gophers cheering, they had won another point.
After getting water out of his ears he listened to Chris.
"It's five-two Gophers! Next up is Cody, with him defusing a time bomb under pressure!" Chris announced.
"That's… oddly specific…" Eva said as her eyes turned to the no longer perverted tech geek.
"Wait… you're saying I have to defuse a bomb?" Cody's eyes went wide.
"Yep! A literal bomb! Are you gonna risk it for the biscuit for your team?" Chris questioned.
"Uh, no! One mistake, and I'm dead meat! I'm not doing that!" Cody complained.
"Come on, pervert! You're crafty enough, you can do it. Besides, it's not much of a loss anyways if you fail." Heather glared at the tech geek before being elbowed in the side hard by Katie.
"That's alright, turkey, it ain't worth it losing another team member," LeShawna said, glaring at the mean girl.
Cody nodded as Chris looked back at his notes.
"Justin's next! You're going to-"
"I'm not doing it." Justin interrupted.
"I wasn't finished! But if you don't want to do it… fine…" Chris complained before looking back at his notecards.
"Woah, wait a minute, what's Justin's fear?" Noah asked. "And why isn't he doing it."
"It's being ugly, and no way am I sacrificing my future modeling career for my own life! Justin crossed his arms and looked away from his team, who were glaring at him.
"Come on, pretty boy, it's just for a couple of seconds!" LeShawna whined.
"Well, no, all I'd have to do is shave Justin's hair and draw on his face with a Sharpie! Hilarious stuff, please do it, Justin!" Chris chuckled as he took out a sharpie from his pocket.
Justin shuttered in fear and shook his head proliferate. "Nuh-uh, no way."
Chris rolled his eyes in disappointment.
"Fine. Follow me back to the amphitheater, those who already faced their fears don't have to come along, just go back and do… whatever." Chris gave a small wink to Geoff and Bridgette who both blushed as most of the campers ran along with Chris back to the theater.
Gwen groaned from underground. She had kept telling herself that it would only be five minutes for the past forty minutes.
She looked to her right. A camera was recording her, with its lights blinking every so often.
Multiple horrifying thoughts came crawling in her head.
When were they going to dig her up?
Had they forgotten to dig her up?
Were they going to dig her up?
The goth was sweating nervously, the glass coffin was heating up from the swelling hot sands.
Gwen had to stop herself from hyperventilating, she could feel less and less air inside the coffin and hyperventilating would cause the amount of it to decrease.
She twisted and turned uncomfortably, trying to keep her mind off her claustrophobia.
After a while, she snapped.
She began banging her hand hard on the glass.
"LET ME OUT OF HERE!" She yelled.
She screamed in complete fear, someone above the surface could barely hear her if they put their ear against the sand she lay under.
"LET ME OUT OF HERE PLEASE!" Tears began coming down her eyes as her fist repeatedly punched the glass.
"I DON'T WANNA DIE HERE PLEASE!" Small cracks began forming on the glass as Gwen continued sobbing.
"IT'S BEEN MORE THAN FIVE MINUTES YOU FUCKING PIECES OF SHIT! GET ME OUT OF HERE!" More cracks began forming from where Gwen was banging the glass.
Gwen stopped banging the glass and rubbed tears from her eyes.
She stopped screaming and punching the glass and just cried.
She was alone all by herself, she knew she was doomed the moment she entered the island, but she had been able to keep herself from crying to the same extent as DJ or Bridgette.
After a few minutes, she wiped her eyes again, removing tears from her watery eyes. She wasted a lot of air from her outrage but didn't care.
If they weren't going to dig her up, what was the point?
After wiping tears from her eyes she looked at her hand.
Blood.
Her right hand was bloody from a cut, but from where?
She looked back where she had banged against the glass ceiling, cracks formed from where she had hit. She must have gotten a cut on her hand from the glass cracks.
The goth girl took in a deep breath to calm her nerves, which were jolting up to an all-time high.
In the often quiet coffin, the cracks made a distinctly noticeable noise as the cracks grew.
Gwen's eyes went wide as the cracks grew slightly bigger in a minute.
Between her hand being bloodied, the cracks on the glass ceiling above, her oxygen slowly depleting, her claustrophobia herself, and especially the fact of her being on the wretched island herself, she continued sobbing quietly.
She closed her eyes, anticipating the cracks above to break, not being able to stop herself from crying.
After a few minutes, the air became lighter and lighter, it becoming heavier to breathe.
Gwen's sobbing became slower and slower before she slipped out of consciousness from lack of air.
The group was passing by the boathouse on their way to the amphitheater to face more fears. It was around midday.
Katie was following along right behind Sadie, thinking of something to say to her.
It was an odd experience for her, usually she instantly clicked with Sadie and could speak for hours with her.
But before she could say anything, she was pulled aside behind the boathouse by a certain sexy model.
Katie blushed a bit before realizing that Heather and Noah were also there.
"Good, we have everyone here," Noah said.
"What's going on?" Katie asked before sitting down on an upside-down bucket.
"Heather's pissed out from being beaten by Beth yesterday. Sore loser." Noah replied before being smacked on the back of his head by Heather.
"Hey! We're here because yesterday was a tiebreaker, meaning that the pervert voted with those three freakshows." Heather noted.
Katie ignored the rude comment from Heather, unlike Justin.
"Hey! You can't say that! Just because they're ugly doesn't mean they should show off their freakiness! It's improper!" Justin whined.
The three Gophers ignored the eye candy.
"The point is, we have to do something about it," Heather said.
"Yeah, like not slanderizing them to the point of putting a target on your back…" Noah mumbled.
"Hey, it works, doesn't it? They faced their fears, after all." Heather spat as Noah shrugged.
"Yeah, but without you antagonizing them so often, they'd put Cody as a higher target than you." Noah pointed out. The Queen Bee disregarded Noah's advice and continued on.
"Anyways, have any plans, Noah-it-all?" Heather asked.
"Not yet, but I'll think about it if we lose, which seems unlikely so far today, we might break our losing streak." Noah pointed out.
"Is that it then?" Katie asked bitterly. "You just dragged us here to tell us you're scheming to off somebody?"
Noah rolled his eyes. "You don't have to remind me, but yeah, I am. Better them than us after all."
The twiggy BFFFL groaned in annoyance. "Fine, but don't involve me in it."
The high-IQ shrugged. "Maybe I will, maybe I won't, anything else you want to talk about?"
Katie thought for a second, her mood quickly calming down. "Why are you afraid of drowning? I don't think it's a common fear after all."
Noah leaned against the wall of the boathouse.
"When I was around 5 or so, I was swimming on the beach and I got washed away. That's all there is to it." Noah said.
"Really? Your parents weren't watching you or anything?" Katie asked.
"Meh. I have eight older siblings." Noah mentioned.
"Loving parents, huh?" Justin whispered with a smirk.
"Shut up. Your fear is simply pathetic and what about you?" Noah turned to point at Heather.
Heather began rambling on about her fear. "Sumo wrestlers… they're just… so slimy and fat and disgusting and gross and-"
"I think we get it," Justin said. "I understand, they're so sweaty and yucky!"
Noah smirked, looking at Heather. "Huh, so just like you?"
The mean girl instantly stood up with a furious look in her eyes. "Don't you ever fucking say that again or I'll rip your tongue out from your throat, got it?"
The three gophers were shocked by Heather's sudden outburst. "Fine, sorry, sheesh." Noah apologized.
Heather quickly composed herself and sat back down on a large stone.
"What's your fear, twiggy?" Heather looked at Katie, who opened her mouth to talk before her eyes went wide with realization.
"Oh, shit. I have to get back to the amphitheater." She sat up and began sprinting back to follow the group who were far out of view.
The camera flashed away from right outside the boathouse to the stage.
"Eva! Your turn!" Chris announced.
Everyone was back at the amphitheater, with most sitting on the bleachers. Katie quickly arrived on the scene and smiled at Sadie, who noticed her entering the area.
Eva groaned with annoyance. "Bring it on, McLean."
Chris nodded. "Your biggest fear is being weak, but since you're already weak, that'd be too easy and not at all entertaining. We're doing your second greatest fear."
"That's unfair, I'm already in a fucking wheelchair." Eva pointed out despite knowing her complaining wouldn't change a single thing.
"You're not a professional TV host, Iron Woman. I am." Chris pointed out as Chef brought in a ballerina outfit.
Eva blushed in embarrassment as her eyes fixed on the bright pink attire.
"Your second greatest fear is being dressed as a pretty little princess!" Chris announced, cracking a few smirks from the campers.
"You better do it, Eva!" Courtney yelled.
"I second that, tough it out, Iron Woman!" Duncan interjected from the sidelines.
"Don't be a coward like chicken-boy or the harvester hillbilly," Duncan added much to the annoyance of Tyler and Ezekiel.
Eva groaned. "I'm doing it, I'm not a sissy and I'm not gonna let myself down today."
Sadie pushed the brute up backstage, where after three minutes, she came out onto stage wearing a pink ballerina outfit with a crown and pink butterfly wings.
"OMG, Eva, you look so slay!" Sadie complimented.
"I so want to slay that host to a bloody pulp," Eva mumbled.
Sadie left the main stage and stage lights turned on, facing the brute. Eva had to cover her eyes with her arms to stop the light from burning her retinas.
Few of the audience members had to hold in their laughter as Eva gave a threatening glance.
Chris however, didn't have to hide his laughter.
"Haha! That's hilarious! Pretty princess Eva!" Chris obnoxiously pointed at Eva who snarled back at him.
"Whatever, McLean, just give me the damn point," Eva replied coldly.
Chris wiped tears of laughter from his eyes before calming down. "Sure, sure, the bass has three points and the gophers have five."
Eva sighed before taking off her crown before being stopped by Chris.
"Hey! If you want to get the point you have to wear it until the execution ceremony!"
The female brute sighed and put the crown back atop her head before rolling back off stage with the audience.
The score was 5-3 with the Gophers leading. The best friend duo, the delinquent, and the type-a were the four left who had to face their fears.
"For our final four, we will have Katie and Sadie, then Courtney, then Duncan," Chris announced through his megaphone. "Come onto stage girlies!"
The two BFFFLs came onto the stage, looking at each other nervously.
"What are tweedle dum and tweedle idiot's fears?" Duncan hollered from the audience.
Katie and Sadie exchanged a nervous look again as Chris chuckled.
"Losing each other!" Chris asserted as he unholstered two of his iconic shiny handguns and pointed them at the two best friends.
The two girls had their eyes engrossed in fear and the audience yelled out surprised cries.
Chris laughed before lowering his pistols. "But… since we can't do that, we'll just have the both of you hurt each other!"
Both of the girls shuddered after Chris pocketed his pistols and Chef walked on stage carrying an electric collar and remote.
Chris cleared his voice as Chef put the collars on the two girls and gave them both a remote.
"The two of you will have a remote that gives the opposite person an excruciating, painful shock!" Chris said as Sadie tugged on her metallic collar.
"What if we both don't press it? Then neither team gets a point, it's like it never even happened!" Sadie pointed out.
(Confessional: Chris)
Chris gave a psychotic smile to the camera.
"In the case that they both refused, I'd just shock them multiple times! Of course, I didn't tell them that… I just love it whenever they make the funny noises of pain!"
(End Confessional: Chris)
"Sadie, you better do it! Otherwise, it'll be a tiebreaker!" Courtney hollered from the audience.
"Do it, Katie, or else!" Heather heckled from the other side of the stage.
Katie and Sadie looked at one another, Sadie placed the remote on the ground and kicked it off the stage. She turned to look back at Courtney
"I'm not gonna hurt my BFFFL! She's my bestie!" Sadie yelled back. "Come on, Katie let's get these things off-"
BUZZ!
Sparks of electricity came from Sadie's neck as she fell to the floor and shook violently.
Katie had pressed the remote, causing painful electric shocks to surge within Sadie.
The skinny BFFFL closed her eyes, not daring to look at Sadie cursing.
She had no idea why, everything in her mind told her to not press it, but something inside her overpowered the sweet girl's morals.
After a few more seconds, the electric surge had stopped and Sadie looked at her skinny BFFFL with betrayal in her eyes.
Why?
Sadie quickly got up and ran off the stage, down the stairs, and beside the Killer Bass with tears in her eyes.
(Confessional: Katie)
Katie scratched the back of her neck. The metallic collar had itched her neck.
"I don't… I don't know why I did that… Sadie's my best friend… I love her… and I… hurt her…"
"Why did I do that?"
(End Confessional: Katie)
(Confessional: Sadie)
Sadie had a betrayed look on her face, few tears were streaming down her cheeks.
"Some bestie! How could she do that to me? We are BFFFL's! She'd never hurt me!"
The larger BFFFL wiped her tear-filled face once more as the camera turned to static.
(End Confessional: Sadie)
"Wow! Was not expecting that… I was ready to zap you guys…" Chris scratched his hair and observed the quiet audience.
Katie awkwardly sat down on the Gopher's wooden bleachers beside Heather.
"Good work, Katie. We win." Heather patted the back of the twiggy girl. Katie didn't respond, just looking at the ground.
Eva sighed in disappointment.
"So… that's just it? We lose?" Eva looked down on the ground, she knew she was next on the chopping block.
Chris thought for a second before shrugging. "Nah, if both Courtney and Duncan face their fears, Bass will win."
The host's words broke the silence in the audience.
"That's bullshit!" "You can't do that!" "So unfair!" Chris rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, cry wolf as much as you want, as long as these two nincompoops get tortured for TV, I'm happy. Courtney's turn to face her fear!"
Courtney gulped as the Bass turned towards her direction, Eva especially looked at her with pleading eyes.
"Uh… I'm not afraid of anything!" The CIT said with fake confidence.
"Oh? It was hard finding your biggest fear but… in a few seconds, you're gonna dive into a green jelly bath!"
Courtney perked up and retched her breakfast off the side of the bleachers at the mention of her fear.
"Really? You're afraid of jelly?" Tyler asked. "That's lame."
The CIT gulped, keeping herself from throwing up again.
"Shut it, chicken boy… it's just the green kind… it's so… snotty!"
Courtney shuttered her fear as Eva patted her on the back.
"Come on, Courtney, if I can dress up like a fairy princess for crying out loud you can jump into a green pit." The brute gave a pleading look to Courtney.
"I'll… I'll do it…" The perfectionist stood up from her seat in the bleachers. "Where do we go?"
Chris shrugged as Chef whispered something to him.
"Well… first we should probably dig up Gwen. Her air probably ran out ten minutes ago." Chris gave a sheepish smile to the audience as LeShawna cried out from the audience.
"Oh, hell no! If you motherfuckers killed her I swear…" LeShawna pulled her sleeves up her arm and glared sharply at the host.
"Hey, relax, I said probably… Now let's get moving to the beach, we don't have much time."
At the beach, a few interns were filling up a kiddie pool with jelly as Chef rapidly dug up sand from where Gwen was buried.
Courtney looked nervously at the pool, biting her teeth anxiously as Duncan walked up beside her.
"So, uh, you're gonna jump in the snot pool?" He asked.
"Don't call it that," Courtney replied while gazing anxiously at the slimy buckets being poured into the pool.
"Well, Eva's really anxious about you jumping in, so don't go failing us." The delinquent patted the CIT's back, reassuring her.
"Thanks for the encouraging words," was all she said as she kept her eyes fixed on the disgusting goop.
Behind the duo, LeShawna and Beth were nervously sweating, not from the heat, but from Gwen being alive or not.
"Can you hurry up? It's so hot out here…" Cody wiped his sweaty forehead as Chef rolled his eyes.
"Shut up, perv mouth." Chef continued digging away from the sand.
"I agree, it's even more hotter than me!" Justin said before ripping off his shirt, revealing his sweaty abs.
"Please be alive…" LeShawna crossed her fingers in hope as a 'thud' noise was made.
Chef's shovel made contact with the coffin.
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And inside, Gwen stayed perfectly still, almost in peace.
"OH FUCK NAH!" LeShawna cried out, hands on her head.
"That's not good…" Beth muttered. Chef moved more sand out of the way, revealing large cracks on the coffin ceiling and Gwen's bloodied hand, it was a miracle that the sand didn't collapse onto her.
"Hold your horses…" Chris noted.
Chef opened the glass coffin and carried the goth girl out of the chamber and onto the hot sand.
He kneeled down next to the frozen girl and put his ear next to her heart.
Eva crossed her fingers in hope; if another camper had died, it would prolong her death.
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Thump thump.
"She's alive but unconscious," Chef stated before standing up.
"Good, take her to the infirmary," Chris said as Eva let out a pitiful sigh.
Courtney and Duncan, who hadn't seen the fiasco were alerted by Chris snapping his fingers.
"You two, pay attention!"
Chef carried away the goth girl as the few campers who were there looked at the bass duo. The interns had finished filling up the pool with jelly.
"Courtney, climb up there and jump down. After that, if Duncan does his fear, you guys win."
Courtney sighed and looked at the top of the diving board.
"Normally, I'd never do this but, whatever it takes to continue living…"
The CIT began climbing up the ladder, not daring to look down.
"You can do this, Courtney!" Duncan encouraged from the bottom.
"Please, Courtney! Do it for me and the team!" Eva hollered.
The gophers took their turn to taunt and provoke fear in Courtney.
"Yeah, Courtney! Get ready to jump into slimy, gooey, gross, sticky jelly!" Cody smirked as Eva and Duncan gave threatening looks.
"Disgusting, warm, snotty, green jelly!" Heather continued.
"If you jump, it'll increase your deformities!" Justin added.
Courtney stopped for a second before looking back down at the pretty boy.
"I don't have any deformities!" She yelled before continuing up the ladder.
"Denial, am I right?" Justin whispered to Noah who nodded.
"You guys shut up before I carve your stomachs out, okay?" Duncan brought out a sharp stick and pointed it at the gophers with a glare before Chef confiscated it.
Courtney finally reached the top. She took a deep breath before looking down at the green slime pit below.
You got this Courtney. Don't fail your team. Not again.
She took another breath before jumping down from the board and barreled straight into the green pit.
The Bass cheered as she submerged in the warm jelly. She quickly swam up and reached the edge of the pool.
"GET ME OUT OF HERE!" She screamed as Duncan and Ezekiel picked her up out of the pool.
She ran as fast as she could into the lake to wash herself off.
Chris laughed loudly. "Amazing performance by the CIT! Now all that is left is for Duncan to face his fear…"
All eyes stared at the delinquent, each set of eyes had different looks. The Gophers beckoned him to not face his fear, the Bass pleaded with him to do his, especially the handicapped strong woman.
"Duncan… tell us your fear…" Chris said with a sinister smile.
Duncan coughed up for a bit, putting his fingers through his green mohawk.
"C- Celine Dion Music Store Standees." He said quickly.
The campers laughed at the delinquent's fear, causing him to blush.
"Not quite…" Chris said sinisterly. "Isn't a bit more… desolate?" "As in death?"
That instantly quieted the audience. Duncan included.
Finally, someone spoke from the audience. "Are you just gonna kill him, eh?" Ezekiel asked.
Chris chuckled lightly again. "His fear isn't him dying. It's him seeing other people dead."
Duncan shuttered at the host's words. Chris continued.
"Duncan. Go into the boat house. Fifteen minutes."
Chris and everyone else remained silent as Duncan looked over through the beach at the boathouse.
"Go on, Duncan." Courtney encouraged.
The delinquent gulped before walking slowly towards the boathouse.
A wretched smell came from the wooden confines of the boathouse. The delinquent stood right outside. Looking up at the building, it seemed much more menacing after Chris's implications.
The delinquent looked back at the crowd, who all stayed silent in anticipation.
Taking a deep breath, he turned the doorknob and entered the building.
Inside were all of them.
Owen, the wailing boy, who on the first day had been shot with a bullet clean through his head.
Izzy, the complete psychopath, who had her neck twisted in impossible ways.
DJ, the handicapped brickhouse, who had his legs broken and his head caved in.
Lindsay, the dumb blonde, who had her head completely absent, replaced by a dried bloody stub.
Trent, the heroic musician, who was mangled just as he was in the morning, with his body ripped open.
The six lifeless bodies hung from hooks from the ceiling, their eyes spiraling black, gazing directly into his soul.
Six?
The sixth body Duncan was all too familiar with and petrified him the most.
It was someone whom he looked up to.
Who shared his delinquent ways.
Who he loved more than anything in the world.
Who was mistakenly shot by a policeman in front of his very eyes.
His brother stared directly into his soul, ghastly hovering in the air.
Black tears streamed from his eyes and his mouth was abnormally agape.
Duncan screamed and ran, opening the door quickly.
It was only ten seconds, but the delinquent came barreling back outside screaming at the top of his lungs.
The Bass groaned as Chris declared them the losers, especially the handicapped Eva.
The Gophers would have cheered had their fallen campers not been within the grueling boathouse just a few feet away.
The Bass looked at Duncan who desperately tried to prevent tears from coming out of his eyes.
Harold, who had a witty comeback in case Duncan didn't face his fear, remained silent.
Duncan hugged Courtney tightly and let tears out of his eyes for the first time on the island.
The elimination ceremony was an hour away as Chris declared. Eva sat on the porch of the Bass girl's cabin.
She let out a desperate sigh. It would've taken a miracle for her to survive the next ceremony.
She looked up at seagulls flying above, they seemed so careless in free compared to her bounded nature. "I'm so sorry, DJ…"
Ezekiel walked out of the cabin and spotted the handicapped girl.
"Hello, Eva, how are you feeling?" The homeschooler sat on the stairs by the brute.
She looked down at Sadie. "Ever since DJ, I knew this moment was coming. I've prepared myself. I won't cry. Not again."
Ezekiel patted her on the back. "I'm sorry it's come to this. I truly am."
Eva sighed. "I shouldn't have let my temper get the best of me."
"Don't think about what you should've done. Think about what you have done in your life. Enjoy these final moments while they last."
Eva thought while looking up at the seagulls who were flying by.
She remembered her in her youth, playing with her father and mother.
She remembered spending time with her father on her birthday.
She remembered going to the gym every single day.
She sighed in acceptance as a group of three walked up to the two Bass members.
"Hey, Eva." The ginger nerd pushed up his glasses, interrupting the moment.
Eva was broken out of her peaceful trance and looked down at the trio.
"Hey. What do you guys want?" Eva asked, rubbing her eyes.
"The rest of our teammates are much, much stronger than we are. But they allied together to secure their safety," Harold explained.
"So you're implying…" Eva understood the nerd's implications.
"Harold wants all five of us to vote off one of the others." Tyler briefly explained.
"Yeah, otherwise they'll easily be able to pick you guys off one by one." Sadie continued, avoiding mentioning her being in the crosshairs.
Eva nodded. "Even if I pull you guys down, you'll still try to keep me?"
Tyler shrugged reluctantly. "Pretty much, even though we'll probably keep losing…" The jock received an elbow to the stomach by Harold, although it didn't harm him much due to the nerd's weak stature.
"Are you in? I mean, I guess you don't have much of a choice." Harold mentioned.
Eva nodded proudly.
She might not be seeing her father today after all.
The elimination ceremony.
The nine campers sat on their stumps, sans Eva who was in her wheelchair.
Chris appeared on screen with a tray of marshmallows with a disapproving look.
"Bass! What happened? You guys were starting to get a winning streak for crying out loud!" Chris picked up the first marshmallow.
"I guess… we just didn't do well…" Duncan looked down at the grass, ashamed.
Bridgette and Geoff nodded.
Chris sighed and rolled his eyes. Although, one could tell he was visibly excited.
"You all know the whole ordeal. No marshmallow means no more life. One of you won't be making it out of here alive."
The campers each nodded and looked at the plate. Chris threw a marshmallow at one of the campers.
"Courtney." The CIT caught the marshmallow and skewered it onto her stick.
"Sadie." The large bestie caught the marshmallow and gobbled it up instantly.
"Harold." The nerd stood up to catch the marshmallow.
"Tyler." The jock gave a sheepish smile as it landed into his palms.
"Ezekiel." The homeschooler smiled and shrugged before taking a small bite out of the fluffy treat.
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"Geoff." The party animal smiled before grabbing his marshmallow, throwing it into the air, and catching it with his mouth. He exchanged a smile with his girlfriend.
Chris held the final marshmallow with his fingers.
"Campers. This is the last marshmallow of the night. This marshmallow represents your life and your will to live. One of you will be dying tonight.
Eva looked at the marshmallow skeptically. Her fingers were crossed as she eyed the tasty treat. Her mind switched between doubt and confidence of her living another day.
Duncan looked at the marshmallow, gritting his teeth. One horrifying thought protruded from his mind. The prey of the team outnumbered him. Did they gang up on him? He turned into a cold sweat as he began breathing heavily.
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Eva gasped in shock along with the five in her newfound alliance.
Duncan smiled at the sky with relief in his mind. The marshmallow flew right past him.
Eva looked at the rest of the bass. She tried to stop tears from flowing out of her eyes.
The old Eva would have sworn and cursed and pummeled them.
The new Eva sighed in acceptance and looked back up at the sky. The seagulls were gone and soon she would be flying their place.
"Eva. Your time has come."
Ezekiel, Harold, Tyler, and Sadie exchanged looks at each other. One of them had to have voted for Eva.
Eva sighed in acceptance, letting a few tears drip from her eyes.
"Just make this quick, please."
"Sorry, it had to come to this, Eva." Duncan said looking down at the grass.
Eva nodded as Chef unveiled her execution method.
A treadmill.
Eva flinched as she saw the machine.
"Any final words Eva?" Chris asked as Chef picked her up from the wheelchair, slinging her over his shoulder, expecting resistance which Eva did not give.
"I'll see you soon, dad." Chef carried the brute away from her chair as she closed her eyes, expecting the worst.
Her last view was of the Bass waving at her.
An intern turned on the treadmill, setting it to an abnormally high speed of fifty miles per hour.
Eva could hear the treadmill running. She gritted her teeth in anticipation.
Chef picked Eva up with a firm grip, holding her face first towards the spinning treadmill.
All Eva thought about was her father.
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In the span of a few seconds, Eva's head was shaved. Chef had put her face-first against the running treadmill. Her face was scratched off and flew off into the grass. First skin, then blood, then bone.
The Killer Bass averted their eyes. Puking, sobbing, flinching, sparing themselves from witnessing Eva's death.
Chef felt the life of the brute leave her as her body turned limp.
He raised her off of the treadmill after he was finished and threw the body on the ground.
The right side of Eva's face was in ruin. Her skin, skull, and brain were shaved off and splattered against the swaying grass.
"You campers are safe and dismissed. Return to your cabins. Goodnight." Chris smiled as interns came to shove Eva's corpse in a trash bag.
The campers scurried away, yet to die another day.
Chris turned around and smiled as the camera took off Eva's body and into Chris's flashy face.
"Well! That's all for our scheduled program! The brute is gone, the goth is unconscious, and the delinquent is left mortified. Who voted off Eva? Will Gwen return? How will Duncan fare now? Find out next time on Total! Drama! Island!"
The camera fades. Not as the episode ends, however.
Duncan leaned against the Bass boy's cabin.
He had almost died, but that was not what his mind dwelled on.
It dwelled on his brother.
He knew for a fact that he wasn't physically there, but he felt it within the rest of the campers.
He was tapped on the shoulder suddenly.
The delinquent jolted and looked behind him.
The CIT smiled sheepishly back at him before hopping over the fence of the porch.
"Hey, Duncan."
"How's it going, princess?" He asked.
"Not good. I jumped in green jelly for nothing. And now another one of our teammates is dead." Courtney sighed before sitting down, leaning against the wall.
Duncan shrugged. "You're telling me."
Courtney nodded, dragging her finger between the gaps of the floorboards.
"We lost today. You failed us, Duncan." Courtney looked back at the delinquent who grew quiet annoyed at the CIT.
"You try going to the boathouse, princess, it was full of dead bodies and…" Duncan cut himself off before shutting himself up.
"And what?" Courtney beckoned.
"I thought I saw my brother," Duncan spoke quietly, looking inside the cabin. The boys were all sound asleep.
The CIT had nothing to say in response.
"He died around seven years ago. I don't often tell people about him, but he was a lot like me. I looked up to him." Courtney nodded silently.
"This island messes with your mind. It brings out the worst in you." Duncan sniffled.
"That's why you have to be tough here. Your words after all." Courtney stood up.
Duncan nodded and let out a small smirk.
"I'm fully aware and I plan to take my own advice." Duncan shrugged. "Don't tell anybody else about this, understand?"
Duncan pointed directly at Courtney who nodded back at the delinquent.
"Your secret's safe with me."
Voting Confessionals:
Eva: "I guess, I might not be dying tonight. At this point, it doesn't even matter. I know I'm going to eventually be going, but I still vote Duncan. I hope this works.
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Courtney: "I vote for Eva. It's upsetting that she's a strong player reduced to nothing but a burden. Maybe in another world, you could've joined our alliance, sorry Eva."
Geoff: "I vote for Eva, dude. She pretty much acts like an angry bummer most of the time. Sorry, girl."
Bridgette: "Courtney's pissed off at me for doing poorly in challenges. I have to admit, I should've just stayed in the woods. Even if I'm afraid of it and even if I have to be tied up. I vote for Eva, sorry, but your broken legs are a major burden to us."
Duncan: "I… I failed again tonight… Just like that stupid fucking awakeathon. I was not close, but man I need to toughen up. I vote for Eva, if it wasn't for her, I'd probably be going… nah, I'm strong nonetheless…"
Harold: "Wicked! My plans worked and now we outnumber the predators! I finally ensure that me, Tyler, and Ezekiel are safe as long as we keep the numbers game. I vote for Duncan!"
Ezekiel: "I vote for Duncan, eh. I can tell that Eva is a nice person deep down, she's just insecure about other people. I'm glad that I'm making headway with her."
Sadie: "I vote for Eva! I'm so happy that I joined an alliance! I don't need Katie… I still want her to live with me… which is definitely going to happen, no doubt, we can't die yet…"
Tyler: "I know they told me to vote for Duncan. I know he's a jerk and might be a problem down the line. But with Eva, she's going to slow us down. Duncan's a strong team member. We need to keep winning these challenges! That's just how I roll in life... I vote for Eva, I know Harold will be mad at me, but he'll understand…
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Eva: (5 Votes): (Duncan, Tyler, Geoff, Bridgette, Courtney)
Duncan: (4 Votes): (Sadie, Eva, Ezekiel, Harold)
Screaming Gophers: Cody, Noah, Beth, Heather, Katie, Gwen, LeShawna, Justin
Killer Bass: Bridgette, Harold, Duncan, Tyler, Courtney, Sadie, Ezekiel, Geoff
24: Owen
23: Izzy
22: DJ
21: Lindsay
20: Trent
19: Eva
Final Words: "I'll see you soon, dad."
This… took long to write… school's finally started so obviously it takes longer to write. But yeah. This is absolutely my favorite chapter so far. Many of our campers are gonna change, and the gears of the story are really gonna pick up with these next chapters.
So… thoughts? - How do you feel about Eva's arc?
- Do you think Katie and Sadie will resolve their feud?
- How do you think Harold and Ezekiel will react to Tyler's vote? - Do you think Gwen will come back from her unconsciousness?
- What do you think Duncan and Courtney will do next? - Who will be the next to die?
Leave a review and stay in tuned for the next chapter… Up The Creek!
Goodbye!
-Lapizite