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Executed:
Owen, Izzy, DJ, Lindsay, Trent, Eva, Cody, Beth, Sadie, Geoff, Bridgette, Ezekiel
10 Players Remaining:
Gophers: Justin, LeShawna, Heather, Gwen, Katie, Noah
Bass: Duncan, Courtney, Harold, Tyler
The camera faded open to the wide shot of the dreary island with Chris standing proudly on the Dock of Shame.
"Last time on Total! Drama! Island!" The host gladly announced.
"Our campers went through some X-Treme sports torture to get immunity yesterday!"
The camera panned to show Noah flailing through the sky before crash-landing face first into a pine tree.
"Noah and Courtney both explored withering heights before crashing into a couple of pine trees!"
The camera showed Courtney landing roughly on her team's couch.
"Courtney had an easy landing, but was constantly annoyed with Ezekiel's preaching! This caused Courtney to go berserk on the prairie boy!"
The camera switched to show Ezekiel reassuring Courtney calmly before she retaliated.
"LeShawna showed off how she can deal with brutish beefy beasts as Heather would describe!"
The camera switched again to show LeShawna riding the enraged moose.
"Noah and Katie spent some quality time together with the former convincing the latter not to commit suicide, saving the latter's life."
The camera switched to show Noah confronting an unstable Katie clutching a knife close to her chest.
"Heather went into full panic-mode once she realized that her schemer pocket vote was scheming to betray her! So to ensure her victory, she revealed her prized possessions to Harold… and the entire viewing audience! Great stuff!"
The camera switched to the dweeb sliding through the muddy ground before Heather revealed her boobs to the uber-nerd, causing him to lose control.
"But, after all was said and done, Ezekiel was the one to get dead and gone after constantly nagging Courtney about her sanity!"
The camera flashed to the red-tinted image of the homeschooler lying dead on the ground. An arrow pierced through his right eye and came out the other. His toque was gone revealing his brown shaggy hair with a pinch of bloody splatter laying around him.
"He went through a real eye-opener, eh?" Chris chuckled to himself. "Anywho, how will our campers swallow the fact that they're in the final ten? Will anybody spit out the life idols to save themselves? And who will bite the dust this week? On Total! Drama! Island!"
Theme Song
The camera faded open to an image of the sun rising from the horizon behind the thousand-foot cliff before panning down to show Tyler tiredly walking to the mess hall.
It was early in the morning, but still far past the time Zeke would wake up for his early morning beach walks.
The jock reached to open the door, but before he could do so, Chef barged out of the twin set of doors, almost running over the clumsy jock.
Tyler fell backward in the nick of time as Chef grunted "Watch where you're walkin' yah klutz!"
The ruthless cook walked off as Tyler got himself back up and glanced quickly at the cook.
"Asshole." He muttered to himself before walking inside the building.
Instantly, he spotted his nerdy ally waiting at the Bass side of the room tapping at the wood planks of the table in boredom.
Harold looked up and blinked.
(Confessional: Tyler)
The jock sighed as he sat sportfully in the confessional.
"I still can't believe Zeke's really gone. He was the only one of us left that was truly moral. He's done nothing wrong this entire game and yet he's the one that died yesterday. I have no idea what to do now…"
Tyler looked down at the floorboards, fumbling his fingers.
"Harold's not exactly the best moral support, he's the third of our trio that was the strategizer while I'm… just here along for the ride, I guess. Truth be told, I thought that my clumsiness would've gotten me killed so far, but I guess that my luck's just going to let others get hurt before I accidentally slip on a banana peel and break my neck, eh?"
(End Confessional: Tyler)
Tyler blinked and looked back at Harold before silently sitting down next to the dweeb. Harold was wearing Ezekiel's teal toque that he'd worn on the daily. It smelt like sweaty cheese.
"Good morning, Harold," Tyler said to break the ice.
"Morning, Tyler."
Both of the boys were thinking about the same thing.
"I can't believe Zeke's really gone," Tyler mumbled.
"Gosh… me neither…" Harold nasally sighed. He peeked over to the far right wall where all of the posters remained. He skimmed through from the creepy photo of Owen's dead carcass to where Ezekiel's poster was now.
The poster was tinted red as all of the other posters were. An arrow stuck out of Zeke's right eye socket and a pool of blood was seeping out of his skull.
Harold gulped before tugging on the toque.
"I just have no idea how Zeke died even though we literally outnumbered Courtney and Duncan! Duncan should've been the one gone yesterday, not Zeke."
Tyler shrugged back at Harold before both of the boys heard the mess hall doors swing open.
Both of the boys turned their heads back to see Heather popping through.
The mean girl glared daggers straight at Harold who sheepishly smiled back.
Heather stomped off to her table where she pulled out a stool loudly and sat down.
"Sheesh, Heather doesn't look too happy." Tyler pointed out.
(Confessional: Heather)
Heather glared intensely at the camera, flustering up.
"I still can't believe I showed that dweeb my boobs yesterday. Ugh! Fucking pervert."
She crossed her arms and thought.
"At least I'm in the Final Ten now. What can I say? I expected to get this far. I'll just have to ditch my current sack of losers for now. I know that Noah and Justin are scheming to get me out first, so I'll have to pretend I'm still with them until I can backstab them first."
(End Confessional: Heather)
"I saw her boobies yesterday…" Harold reimagined hornily.
"Hey, knock it off dude, you remember that horny pervert on the other team?" Tyler reminded the nerd.
"Yeesh, I remember him." Harold and Tyler both looked at the poster wall and saw Cody's poster. The geek was a bloody mess of ground-up flesh and bone from the blending machine. A pitiful demise.
The door swung open again and the rest of the gopher gang came through before sitting down at their respective side of the room.
Harold immediately eyed LeShawna and nudged Tyler.
"Hey, Ty, you see LeShawna over there?"
Tyler raised an eyebrow.
"I can tell that LeShawna and her goth friend are gonna be looking for allies once the merge hits, and I was thinking that it would be a good idea to work with them. Especially since they don't like Heather's gang and I just don't see them working well with Duncan and Courtney."
Tyler nodded. "That sounds pretty good. I mean you're the strategist of the two of us after all."
The nerd rolled his eyes. "You don't have to say that out loud, you know. It kinda makes me more of a target."
"Whatever bro." Tyler shrugged.
Courtney and Duncan barged through the mess hall doors before Chris proudly walked through with Chef at his side.
Courtney immediately spotted Harold before averting her eyes away from him, which the nerd took notice of.
"Campers!" Chris gleefully exclaimed. "Welcome to the final 10! Harold! Tyler! Courtney! Duncan! Noah! Katie! Heather! Justin! Gwen! And LeShawna!"
"Five dudes. Five Ladies."
"Six Gophers. And four Bass."
"All ten strong competitors!
"All of you are better survivors than half of the other contestants on Total! Drama! Island!"
"Actually, we started out with 22 competitors, which would make yesterday the halfway point." Harold corrected the pathetic host.
Chris furrowed his brow and Chef whacked the dweeb in the back of the head with Kayla the spatula.
"Ow! Gosh!"
(Confessional: Harold)
The dweeb scratched his hair through Ezekiel's toque.
"I really gotta learn to keep my mouth shut."
(End Confessional: Harold)
The host continued to glare at Harold before clapping his hands together.
"Let's look at everybody who has failed to reach this monumental checkpoint, eh?"
The camera panned over to the wall of the deceased as the rest of the campers averted their gaze.
"Fat Owen! Crazy Izzy! Cowardly DJ! Dumb Lindsay! Bland Trent! Brutish Eva! Pervert Cody! Wimpy Beth! Crybaby Sadie! Laid-back Geoff! Suicidal Bridgette! And the Christian Boy Ezekiel! Such a darn shame, ain't it?"
No response.
"Anyway, to celebrate reaching the Final Ten, I'm happy to announce that today there will be no elimination!"
Ten teenage cheers could be heard echoing around the mess hall.
"Yeah, yeah, hold your horses because we're still going to have a challenge right after these announcements!"
The ten teenagers all collectively groaned.
"Already?" Gwen asked, "But we haven't even had breakfast yet."
"I never knew you'd be so eager for breakfast, Gwen." Chris taunted. "But don't worry, you'll have a-uhhh… bite to eat after these announcements."
The host snickered before composing himself.
"But the reward for this challenge is definitely gonna be worth it. A nice yacht two day ride around Lake Wawanakwa - monitored by armed staff of course - where you'll get the chance to soak in the sun, swim in the cool lake waters, and - most importantly - have the chance to find a life-idol on board the cruise!"
This immediately got the attention of most of the campers.
"Yup! You heard me right! Starting tomorrow, life idols will be in play! They'll be hidden around the island in pretty difficult locations. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if none of you found them."
Courtney raised her hand.
"How do they work again? Do we use them during a ceremony or do we give it to you before the ceremony?"
Chris nodded. "The latter, you give the idol to me, clarify to me who you want to live, and I'll shatter it on the ground. Once you get eliminated from the competition, you'll walk down the Dock of Shame and a couple of interns will pick you up with a boat. You'll find out what happens if any of you reach that far."
Harold raised his hand.
"Why is it called the Dock of Shame?"
Chris shrugged. "That's a story for another time." He smiled and leaned towards the dweeb. "A time when you won't be alive to nag me about any pestering questions."
Harold frowned.
(Confessional: Gwen)
The goth girl curled up in the confessional.
"I need to find one of those idols. I don't think I can see myself beating Duncan in a final challenge. Or Justin. Or Courtney. Or LeShawna…"
(End Confessional: Gwen)
(Confessional: Noah)
The schemer raised his eyebrow in thought.
"Life idols, eh? I really gotta get my hands on one of those. I just have to keep trying to play my cards right to get me more time…"
(End Confessional: Noah)
Chris snapped his fingers.
"Now, one more thing before we continue: as you Gopherinos see, the Bass have chosen to vote for Ezekiel to be skewered yesterday."
Chris gestured his hand to the bass table. Courtney flustered up. Harold raised his eyebrow.
"Thing is, Zeke wasn't the one who should've been killed yesterday. Someone rigged the votes!"
Harold immediately stood up out of his chair and pointed at Duncan.
"I knew it! You cheated! You're a goshing scumbag!"
Duncan glared at Harold confused. "Stop fucking accusing me, Harold, I didn't do shit!"
"Settle down you two," Chris assured, "Courtney here was the one who rigged the votes against prairie boy Ezekiel."
Chris pointed at the CIT who blushed even more and shrunk into her seat.
Harold threw his hands up in the air.
"WHAT! HOW IS THAT ALLOWED!"
Courtney stuttered as she tried to justify herself.
"How could you do something like that? You're a cheater!" Harold furiously seethed at the CIT.
The delinquent stepped into the defense of the CIT and gave him a threatening look.
"Back off, Harold," Duncan said calmly.
Courtney shoved the delinquent out of the way and finally confronted the dweeb.
"What else was I supposed to do? Huh? Just let me and Duncan die because Tyler killed Geoff? And because Bridgette killed herself? That's what's not fair, Harold, so zip it."
Tyler finally stepped out of his seat and responded.
"That's not fair! I never meant to hurt Geoff! It was a complete and total accident, dude!" Tyler gave a desperate smile to Courtney.
"For an accident, it's surely a coincidence that you've benefited from it greatly." Courtney flared at the jock.
"Just, listen to yourself, Courtney, GOSH!" Harold stomped in disbelief.
Chris smiled, basking in the drama before calming down the campers.
"Settle down, Bass, because I've got it covered. Duncan was supposed to be the one eliminated yesterday."
The delinquent backed up a little and froze up. "Wait, wait, so are you just gonna kill me?"
Chris sneered. "No, don't worry, there's no elimination today."
Duncan's nerves calmed a little.
"But we did roll the wheel of torture for you!" Chris gladly announced.
All eyes went onto the delinquent as he groaned.
"Ugh. You've got to be kidding me."
Harold interjected, pointing at the peeved CIT beside him.
"Hey, what about Courtney? She rigged the votes! She broke the rules!"
Chris shrugged. "You and Tyler voted for Duncan yesterday, not Courtney. She's safe for now."
Courtney exhaled in relief.
"But extra measures will now be put in place to ensure that the votes are not rigged. If you're caught rigging the rules from now on, you'll be punished by death."
The host glanced at the spectating Gophers who all collectively nodded.
Duncan sighed in acceptance as the host's eyes went back to him.
"Duncan, are you ready to find out your punishment?" Chris smugly smiled at his baby blue eyes.
"Alright, bring out that stupid wheel," Duncan said in dread.
Chris leaned forward and sneered. "Don't worry, we've already spun it."
Duncan's eyes shot wide as he heard Chef running up behind him.
The juvie turned around and instinctively punched back at Chef in defense.
Chef dodged the punch and looked Duncan dead in the eyes for a second. The delinquent was in absolute peril as Chef seethed with rage.
SHANK
The delinquent fell to the ground and howled in pain.
"AHH! MY FUCKING EYE! OW!"
The entire room tensed up as Chef stabbed Duncan's left eye with a plastic fork.
The plastic fork could still be seen stuck to Duncan's eye as he shakily tried to pull it out.
The bass all collectively dropped their jaws as their strongest player lost eyesight in his left eye.
A few more painful yells could be heard from the delinquent as he scurried to his feet and backed up against the wall, still clutching his eye.
Duncan collapsed to the ground.
"An eye for an eye!" Chris joked as the nine other campers watched on in fear.
Courtney was speechless.
(Confessional: Courtney)
The CIT gulped.
"My only ally just got severely handicapped. There's no way this team can even function."
Courtney shivered.
"I knew something like this would happen. I should… at least be grateful that it wasn't to me…"
(End Confessional: Courtney)
(Confessional: Tyler)
The jock had his hands on his head.
"This is insane. Duncan didn't deserve that… but he…"
He sighed.
"I don't even know what's right anymore, dude."
(End Confessional: Tyler)
(Confessional: Gwen)
Gwen looked appalled.
"Did you see that?! Duncan's eye was stabbed out! Holy shit! They… they really take the rules seriously here…"
Gwen felt her heart rapidly beating.
"At least beating the bass in this challenge will be easier…"
(End Confessional: Gwen)
Courtney ran over to where Duncan was on the ground and held him up.
"Duncan! Oh my God!"
The delinquent gritted his teeth to alleviate the pain but still felt the wound in his eye seething.
Chef walked back towards the delinquent on the ground and hastily put a pill bottle into his hands.
The words "Tylenol" read on the outside of the orange pill bottle - painkillers.
"Since I'm being generous today, I've decided to extend an olive branch by giving you some painkillers. They're the extra strong kind, you know."
Duncan quickly opened the bottle and swallowed down three or four pills as he continued to clutch on his eye.
Instantly, the painkillers went into effect and alleviated the pain quickly.
After downing a bit too much of the pills, Duncan was helped up by his ally and the two of them sat down on their stools, with the delinquent still clutching his eye in pain.
(Confessional: Duncan)
The delinquent appeared to have a bandage covering his left eye, wrapping around his entire head. He scowled in distress at the camera.
"This blows. My fucking eye is gone, and I didn't even do anything! And why did Courtney even waste her time by rigging the votes against Zeke yesterday? He's like the least harmful guy here!"
The delinquent dragged his fingers through his bandage, not near the wounded area, of course.
"At least I'm not dead yet, the merge is right around the corner and you better bet yourself that I'm not gonna give up easily. No more mercy. I gotta be more stoic."
(End Confessional: Duncan)
The painkillers were beginning to take effect as the delinquent groaned in pain.
Many of the gophers looked on at Duncan with sympathy. The delinquent scowled at their direction.
"What are you guys looking at?" Duncan spat.
Many of the gophers quickly broke their gaze. Noah whispered to Katie, "At the cyclops," assuming the delinquent wouldn't hear.
The cyclops did hear, however, and scowled at the scrawny bookworm.
Chris fired his silvery handgun in the ceiling to gather everybody's attention.
"Hey! Listen up everyone! I still have one more super major announcement before you can all get a bite to eat."
The competitors listened in closely.
…
…
…
"This whole Gophers vs Bass, stuff? I'm getting kinda bored of it."
Ten collective gasps filled the mess hall.
"Woah," LeShawna exclaimed, "you mean that the teams are dissolving?"
"Hold your horses, bull rider, the individual phase begins next week." Chris pointed towards the direction of the contestants' cabins.
"But first, all the boys will be moving to Bass Cabin, which means you, Noah and Justin, are moving. Meanwhile, the girls will all be moving to the Gopher Cabin, which means Courtney will be going to the Gopher cabin. Right now, for today's challenge, it'll be an all-classic, good old-fashioned battle of the sexes! Guys vs Girls!"
"Anyways, all campers please go to your new cabins with your belongings before meeting back here in fifteen minutes, Capische?"
(Confessional: LeShawna)
"So a team switch, eh?" The sassy black girl sat in the confessional.
"At least nobody is at risk of dyin' during this team phase and the individual phase is coming up next week, which is tomorrow; I think tomorrow is Sunday. Anyways, I gotta stay close to Gwen, I'm not sure how much is it even worth to try to flip Heather's lackeys against her, I'd honestly be better of forming an alliance with some of the former Bass peeps."
(End Confessional: LeShawna)
The camera zoomed in onto the boy's side of the Gopher's cabin. Justin had finished packing his suitcase with hand mirrors, clothing, and his other possessions. While Noah was packing his bookbag while talking to Katie.
"I'm not gonna miss this room." Noah said to Katie, "It reeks of dudes, and we've never gotten a chance to wash our sheets."
Katie handed Noah some books from a bed.
"I guess this is bye, huh? It was nice being on a team with you." Katie thanked her ally.
Noah gave a conflicted smile and nodded. "Yeah, it was, I'm happy to have had you as an ally."
Katie scratched the back of her neck.
"I wanted to… thank you for snapping me back into reality yesterday. I appreciate that you've opened up to me about your guilt and I really appreciate that you've stopped me from… killing myself yesterday."
Katie shivered at the thought. Was she really about to do something like that?
"I was acting very irrationally."
Noah sighed and nodded. "Look I don't blame you at all. I know that it's hard to go on without your best friend being there anymore. I can't relate, but I understand it completely. But the best you can do is keep yourself headstrong and work for yourself to survive for Sadie, alright."
Katie nodded with a smile and gave a quick hug to Noah.
(Confessional: Noah)
The schemer groaned in the confessional.
"Ugh… I shouldn't have let Katie be an outlet for my grievances. I need to keep scheming to stay alive for now. It's the only upper hand I have against players like Heather or Duncan. I know I'm a weak player and my brain play a big role for keeping me alive. I don't want to have to betray Katie in the future…"
(End Confessional: Noah)
The camera panned over to the Bass cabin where Courtney was gathering her stuff.
"So this is goodbye for now, Princess, eh?"
Courtney stood up with her luggage and rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, it's a damn good thing we've made it the team phase. Now, we can get allies from the Gophers and get rid of any threats. My only concern is how much of a target we'll have on our backs because of how strong our performances are."
Duncan offered a fist bump to the CIT who scoffed and reluctantly returned it.
"Just keep both of your eyes on the girls around there. Heather's a snake and we both know that LeShawna doesn't like you."
Courtney nodded. "And you watch out for Harold rallying up the other two guys against you. We need to keep the targets off of our backs. Even if one of us wins immunity, the other is always still at risk of getting booted."
The cyclops nodded.
"How's your eye, by the way."
Duncan sighed. "It still hurts a lot, but I'll count my blessings that I'm still alive for now. And don't worry, I'll be willing to cooperate with my fellow teammates as long as they don't pit themselves against me first."
Courtney nodded before offering a handshake. "It's been nice working with you."
The cyclops smirked. "Sure thing."
(Confessional: Courtney)
The CIT stared at the camera.
"I'm glad I'm at least in the merge with Duncan, even though he may have lost an eye, it's better than having no teammates as what would have happened if I didn't rig the votes yesterday."
The CIT sighed.
"I still can't believe I got off scot-free."
(End Confessional: Courtney)
Duncan entered Harold and Tyler's side of the Bass cabin because the delinquent had slept on the girl's side away from his two Bass adversaries.
"Harold, Tyler," he greeted before throwing his black duffel bag into a corner.
"Hey there, dude." Tyler awkwardly greeted the delinquent. Harold ignored him.
Duncan nodded before climbing into the top bunk of one of the bunk beds in the corner.
Shortly after, Justin and Noah entered the cabin and were greeted with three pairs of eyes awkwardly staring at them. Justin carried his suitcase with ease while Noah dragged his heavy large bookbag behind him.
"Greetings, huzz!" Justin greeted only to receive much confusion. The four other guys ignored him.
"So, uh, you're the Bass guys, huh?" Noah asked.
Harold nodded and greeted the bookworm with a handshake. "I'm Harold and Tyler's next to me, you're Justin and you're Nick, right?"
"I'm Noah," the bookworm replied blankly before releasing his hand from Harold's firm shake and wiping his now unsanitary hand against his shorts.
"So, whose bed is whose?" Justin asked before putting his suitcase on top of a cabinet with DJ's dusty belongings on it, accidentally knocking down a picture of DJ's momma in the process.
"Nice going," Noah said sarcastically before Tyler intervened. "We just pick whatever bed is available. I'm pretty sure I've slept in all six of these beds at least once." Tyler replied.
Noah sat on one of the beds below Duncan and instantly stood up.
"Ugh, and I thought the bedsheets in the Gopher cabin stunk."
Tyler looked up. "I mean, we haven't been washing our bedsheets this entire time. There isn't a laundromat or anything on the island."
Duncan shrugged. "Hey, don't look at me, I've been sleeping on the girl's side for about half a week by now."
Justin smirked. "Quite one Romeo, aren't you?"
The cyclops rolled his singular eye. "That's not the reason, dude, it's because I don't trust these two knuckleheads."
"Well, we don't trust you either," Harold replied sassily.
"Calm down fellas," Noah said reassuringly, "Right now, trust doesn't matter. What does matter is that we have to suck up any tension between us and work together so we can defeat the girls. Capische?"
Harold sighed and nodded reluctantly. "I guess." The delinquent said nothing and began carving his skull into the wall with another sharp stick.
The dweeb leaned in closer. "I'd just suggest that you keep an eye around him."
Noah scoffed. "It'll be all good, dweeb, who do you think people are gonna target? Twiggy you or big brawny Duncan? I'd be more concerned with mouthwash if I were you."
Noah swatted away Harold's breath as Justin observed the room.
"You know, when I first got on the island, this isn't the bunch of guys who I thought would be here."
Duncan raised his unibrow. "Yeah? Who would you think would've been here."
Justin shrugged. "You know, stronger people than this nerd at least." Harold glared at the sexy model. "Like that blonde party guy or even that Jamaican guy who got his legs broken."
The schemer felt a tinge of guilt crawling up his spine before snapping back to his ally.
"Well, that isn't the lineup now, Justin." Noah angrily glared at his partner.
"Relax, Noah, I'm content with working with weaker and uglier people than I originally thought."
Noah facepalmed.
(Confessional: Noah)
The schemer sat in the confessional.
"Sometimes, I wished Justin would be a bit more smarter."
(End Confessional: Noah)
(Confessional: Harold)
The dweeb scratched his hair under his deceased friend's toque.
"I too am aware that it is quite bizarre that Noah has gotten this far. Same with people like Katie or Justin. They don't seem that smart, so Noah must be a bit more crafty than it seems on the surface. I gotta watch out for him."
(End Confessional: Harold)
(Confessional: Justin)
Justin looked at himself with a hand mirror.
"I wish more beautiful and stronger people could've made it to this phase. Like that buff blonde beauty… or that Jamaican guy… his abs looked surreal!"
(End Confessional: Justin)
The camera switched over to the gopher cabin where Courtney took in a deep breath before knocking on the front door of the cabin, trying to compose herself.
Katie showed up at the door with a soft smile before dropping it at the revelation that Courtney was at the door.
"Hello." Courtney greeted with a shaky handshake. "You're Katie right?"
Katie looked back with skepticism. All she could remember was that Courtney was one of the people who voted out Sadie. It was her fault that Sadie was gone.
But Katie was past dwelling on Sadie's death. After Noah had opened up to her yesterday, she had finally gotten past grieving Sadie and was now ready to start campaigning for her survival. Yet, Katie couldn't help but feel cold-hearted towards the perfectionist who plotted and killed her best friend.
(Confessional: Katie)
The bestie sat in the confessional in thought.
"Trust me, I'm… still grieving Sadie internally, but that does not mean that I'm not determined to win and survive this whole thing. Especially when the reason Sadie is gone is right in front of me: Courtney. I'm glad that Noah opened up to me and snapped me back into reality because now I can finally avenge Sadie the right way: by surviving."
(End Confessional: Katie)
She reached back to Courtney and accepted her handshake.
"Hello, Courtney. And, yes, I am Katie."
The CIT smiled before walking into the cabin.
Once in the cabin, she could immediately sense tension between Heather and LeShawna, who were each glaring at each other.
Courtney cleared her voice to catch the attention of the two rivals.
LeShawna and Heather both noticed the CIT and greeted her.
"I'm Courtney and-"
"We know, girl." LeShawna replied sarcastically. "You're a CIT."
Courtney frowned in frustration as Heather added in. "Ignore her, she's a slob."
LeShawna gasped back at the mean girl and began berating her with more arguing.
Courtney looked to the nearest person beside her and spoke with concern.
"Does this happen often?"
Gwen nodded. "Yeah, I'd tell you to watch out for Heather, though, she's a sneaky schemer."
Courtney nodded back before setting down her stuff beside Gwen. "I'll take notice."
She looked at the goth. "Sorry, I don't know your name, you're like the quietest one here."
Gwen smiled. "That's the idea, Courtney, I'm just trying to lay low and survive here. I hope you don't have a problem with that."
Courtney stumbled over her words. "O- of course not, I'm just curious, what's your name?"
"Gwen."
"OK, thanks, you think you're ready for this upcoming challenge?"
Gwen nodded back. "I cannot tell you how determined I am to win this thing. Being the targeted one on your team leads you to do outstandingly well on challenges."
Courtney smiled. Why couldn't she get somebody like this on her team? Someone who takes this whole game as seriously as she does.
LeShawna arrived to the side of Gwen and eyed Courtney with suspicion. "Well take any bed you want, hon." LeShawna gestured over to Lindsay and Beth's previous beds. Courtney took Lindsay's since it was less used and smelt better overall than the pig girl's pig-stenched bed.
Courtney looked down and saw Heather and Katie staying close to each other.
On the ground level, Heather was whispering to Katie about Courtney.
"I don't trust that CIT," Heather explained. "Have you seen how berserk she can get at times?"
Katie rolled her eyes. "Yeah I know, I don't trust her either, Heather, you don't need to explain it to me like I'm a five-year-old."
Heather crossed her arms. "Excuse me for trying to warn you. But you need to stay away from Courtney and close by me, okay?"
Katie nodded. "Whatever you say, chief."
(Confessional: Heather)
The mean girl sat in the confessional staring at the camera.
"I'm not proud of what I showed to the world yesterday, and to avoid doing something like that again, I'll have to make sure that Katie stays close to my side and against Courtney. Then, I could ditch those two losers Noah and Justin, and have control over this damn game."
(End Confessional: Heather)
(Confessional: Katie)
Katie sat in the confessional, clearly upset.
"Of course, I don't trust Courtney. She's the bitch that literally killed Sadie! I'm not as stupid as Heather assumes; I know that she's trying to pry me closer to her circle of allies for her own survival. But, now, I know my real allies, and I'm gonna look out for number one."
Katie pointed at herself as the camera went to static.
(End Confessional: Katie)
(Confessional: Gwen)
The goth girl sat against the battered wall of the confessional. Gwen was sketching something in her sketchbook.
"I honestly didn't even expect to get this far. I'd thought I'd crumble under the pressure early on, but no, I'm still here and I'm more determined than ever to win this whole thing."
She closed her book with a snap and stared intensely at the camera.
"I'm tired of watching over LeShawna all the time, and trying to cool her off from bickering with Heather all the time. Because the truth is, I don't really care much about her as much as she does about me. Not that I'm trying to lose her as an ally though. I'll try to get as many allies as I can get and fly under the radar to victory."
(End Confessional: Gwen)
The girls all jumped up as they heard the loudspeaker screeching. "Campers! It's 11:00! I know it's too late for breakfast, but come to the mess hall for brunch! And then we'll announce the challenge!" Chris snickered more into the loudspeaker before it went silent.
The camera panned to the mess hall filled with the campers.
"It's time for today's challenge!" Chris announced with a clipboard and pen in his hands and Chef by his side.
"Umm, hold the phone, where's breakfast at?" LeShawna asked.
Chris looked at Chef and sniggered, with the Chef rolling his eyes back at the cocky host.
"Stop doing that!" Heather replied annoyed.
"Fine, fine!" Chris said, laughing along the way. "Today's challenge is… the Brunch of Disgustingness!"
"You'll each be getting served a nine-course meal. Each member of their team must down their entire meal before they can be granted the point. You'll not be able to know which dish is grosser than the last. The team that eats the most meals first wins today's reward, which may I remind you, is a two day cruise ride around Lake Wawanakwa, guarded by interns of course, which potentially contains a life idol to get one of your asses out of here safe and sound."
"But that's not all! You'll also be pampered and fed gourmet food, along with being given antibiotics against anything you may have caught while participating in this challenge!"
Chris smiled as Noah raised his hand.
"How is this gonna be any grosser than what we've been eating for three times a day for the past three weeks?"
Chris chucked. "Chef can confirm for you that it's gonna be very, very gross!"
"Anyway, the losers will spend the next two days here, on Total Drama Island, where they won't be able to get antibiotics or a chance to find an idol on that cruise ship ride."
"Also, Chef will be looking over you."
The camera panned to the grinning malicious cook who gave an evil smile and wave at the shocked campers.
"Anyways, let the eating commence!" Chris shot his silvery handgun into the air. "Bon Appetite!"
(Confessional: Tyler)
The jock sat nervously in the confessional.
"I got a weak stomach dude. I already can barely handle the slop that Chef serves us three times per day."
(End Confessional: Tyler)
The camera panned to a wide shot of the room, with the girls on the left side and the boys on the right. A couple of armed staff members surrounded the room and at the center of each table sat five silver platters covering the disgusting dish.
"Take a good whiff, boys," LeShawna said cockily to her adversaries. "Because all I smell is victory!"
"You're going down! We're gonna bring the dinner to the table, and then we're gonna eat it!" Tyler taunted back before sitting back into his seat.
"Nice cheerleading." Noah deadpanned.
"Let us begin the challenge!" Chris announced. "Chef? What is the first dish?"
A couple of interns unveiled the dishes as Chef announced. "It's beef testicles bourguignon!"
Instantly, all five of the guys froze in shock.
"Bull testicles? Are you kidding?" Noah exclaimed in shock.
On the other side of the room, the five girls looked at their meals in skepticism.
"I dunno if I can do this to my bull brethren, bro." Tyler said with a meatball in his hand.
"I can!" Justin gleefully said before downing his entire plate of beef testicles.
"Mmm! Testosterone!"
"Everybody follow Justin, it's for the life idol!" Harold grabbed a piece of beef testicle before putting it close to his mouth before putting it back down on his plate.
"Gosh! I just can't do this!"
Heather taunted the exasperated boys from the other table. "Whats wrong boys? You can't handle a little bit of beef testicle?"
Heather tossed a meatball into her mouth before chewing it down confidently. Tyler, Noah, and Duncan all scooted away from the girls in disgust.
The camera panned to the left of the room where Gwen and Courtney quickly downed their meal.
Gwen swallowed, twitching in the process, about to barf.
"Hang in there, Gwen." Courtney reassured before swallowing down her meal.
"It's the hardest thing a man can do." Chris dryly commentated with fake sympathy.
"Ugh! I just can't do this, dude!" Tyler whined.
"Me neither," Harold added.
Not long after, LeShawna and Katie both mustered up the courage to finally chow down on the beef testicles and a bell rang.
"And the girls take the first round down!" Chris announced. The boys all collectively sighed in defeat.
"That's not fair!" Justin complained. "It's rigged against us guys! The next dish better be some grilled breasts or something!"
Chef snickered. "Don't worry boy, It's Pizza Time!"
"I can eat pizza with almost anything on it." Duncan smiled confidently.
"Anythin'?" Chef asked before the interns all unveiled boxes of pizza which were shown to have tangy jellyfish, live grasshoppers, and live anchovies.
All of the teenagers in the room collectively freaked out over the pizza.
The disgusting dish was passed around the room by the interns as Katie held herself back from throwing up.
"I don't know if I can even eat this… it's a grasshopper minding it's own business."
Gwen stood up and confronted the bestie.
"Oh you're eating, alright. I did not just down a bull's precious cojones for you to chicken out of eating some damn pizza."
The loner took a slice of pizza out of her plate and instantly downed the whole meal.
Katie froze in shock before nearly fainting, only for LeShawna next to her catching her and waking up.
"It's… so gross…" Katie muttered.
Gwen sat down in annoyance and Courtney quickly chowed down on her revolting pizza next to the loner.
Courtney shivered as Gwen gave her a thumbs up. "Nice job, Courtney," Gwen reassured.
"Thanks." Courtney said as she gulped down her pizza. "Ugh…"
(Confessional: Courtney)
The CIT sat upright in the confessional with a genuine smile.
"Gwen is surprisingly nice. It's much less stressful than having a bunch of incompetent fools on my team. Then again, I could just be less stressed out over the fact that it's a non-elimination round today."
"Anyway, she's much less of an antisocial freak than I originally thought she was. I wish she was on my team, the Killer Bass. I'll likely try to form an alliance with her moving forward.
(End Confessional: Courtney)
The camera panned to the boys who were all eyed the pizza with uneasiness.
"You live once, eh?" Duncan nervously spoke before noticing that the rest of the guys were reluctant to chow down on the pizza.
"Oh, come on, guys. We can't let the girls get another point! This is a life idol we're talking about. The thing that will get us out of this damn game! Now you all better eat this, or I'll feed you something else, are you with me?"
Duncan raised his slice of pizza and the boys all collectively nodded.
The camera showed Duncan, then Harold, then Noah, and lastly Justin eating their slice of pizza, chowing it down quickly to ignore the revolting animals flopping on the pizza.
"You guys!" Gwen said in confern before looking back at her female teammates.
"The boys are almost done! Come on LeShawna! Come on Katie! Eat it quick!" The loner slammed her fist on the table as Katie shivered and shook her head no.
"Wow, and I thought Courtney was fierce." Duncan commentated before eyeing Tyler who was the last boy who hadn't eaten his pizza slice.
"Come on, jockstrap, eat up! It's pizza!"
"I don't know if I can do this…" Tyler worryingly said. "I mean, it's just so… gross!"
Tyler held himself back from throwing up as Noah coined an idea.
"Alright, I have a plan," Noah explained before pursing his lips. "Justin you hold down Tyler while Duncan feeds Tyler the pizza, and no matter how much Tyler begs, feed him the pizza slice. Does everybody agree?"
Duncan and Justin nodded before Tyler reluctantly nodded as well. "No matter what, bro, just give it to me."
The camera panned to Justin holding Tyler down while Duncan held a pizza slice in his hand.
"Quit squirming!" Justin whined to the clumsy jockstrap.
"No! I was joking! I wasn't being serious there! Don't feed me that devil slice!"
"Hold still!" The cyclops muttered while trying to shove the pizza slice into the jockstrap's mouth.
"Come on, Tyler, Gosh! It's not that difficult!" Harold commanded the jock to stay still, causing the jock to freeze up for a split second.
After bashing the pizza slice over Tyler's face, Duncan eventually got the pizza slice straight into Tyler's mouth, causing the jock to swallow it down, with his eyes going wide.
"Momma?" Tyler asked Justin.
"No, it's actually Daddy," Justin calmly cooed before cradling Tyler in his arms like an innocent baby. Tyler gave into the act and sucked his thumb.
"And the boys win it for their team! The points are now even!"
The five guys all collectively cheered while Courtney scowled at Katie and LeShawna for failing the pizza slice round.
"Come on, guys! This is for the life idol!" She sighed as Katie sighed in disappointment.
(Confessional: Chef)
The rough buff man barked into the camera.
"I may not enjoy this show too much, but I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't excited for the next dish. Hehehe. I made it all from scratch."
The master chief scratched his armpit, causing chunks of lint to fall off of his apron.
(End Confessional: Chef)
Chris clapped his hands together and leaned forward into a smile.
"Alright! Who's ready for the next dish: Spaghetti!"
Plenty of interns unveiled the platter to show worms squirming around on the plate. Noah and Tyler were in the center of the frame, looking at each other in concern.
"Well, actually, it's more like earthworm noodles covered with pristine snail slime sauce and hairball parmesan!"
Tyler instantly went into a frenzy and put his hands on his head.
"I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE, DUDE! HE CAN'T KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THIS!"
The jock let out a girly scream as he ran out bursting through the mess hall doors and off of the frame.
The cyclops delinquent got out of his seat with a scowl but Justin put his hand reassuringly on the Cyclops's shoulder.
"Nonono, don't worry, I got this, man," Justin said soothingly.
The camera showed outside where Tyler was running downstairs of the mess hall before Justin leaped out of the mess hall entrance and tackled Tyler to the ground, restraining Tyler by tying up his arms.
"OK, OK, I'm good, dude… I'm good…"
The camera panned back to the mess hall where the ten contestants were cautiously eyeing their pasta.
Harold twisted a bunch of spaghetti before chowing it down, coughing yet refusing to let himself from throwing up.
The camera panned to the girls side, where Courtney put down her plate with Gwen finishing shortly after.
"Done!" Courtney said enthusiastically before raising her plate.
"We're done, but these three fools aren't."
Gwen and Courtney both eyed Heather, LeShawna, and Katie, who were yet to finish their homemade Italian meal.
"LeShawna! Come on! Dig in deep! It's just fucking spaghetti and we need this point!" Gwen barked at her teammate.
LeShawna looked nervously at Heather and Katie before clamping her eyes shut and opening her mouth wide to down all of the spaghetti.
"Don't think, just chew." Heather told herself before downing the spaghetti.
After the two rivals had finished their pasta, only Katie remained with her pasta on her plate.
She whimpered and shook her head. "It's sooo gross! I can't do it!"
Courtney gritted her teeth in anger and picked up Katie's plate. She then shoved the plate forward, causing Katie to down all of the spaghetti quickly.
In a flash, Katie's eyes widened, but she gave in and swallowed down her earthworm spaghetti, coughing and choking after finishing her meal.
LeShawna patter her teammate's back in approval. "You did good, sister, you did good."
Katie gulped down the last of her earthworms before coughing out a ball of hair.
"I think you broke a tooth." Katie said before examining her teeth with her finger to check her teeth for any injuries.
"You're fine," Gwen reassured before raising all five of the girl's plates to show Chris that they had finished their meals.
"And the girls win it again! Another point for them to give them just a head above the boys!"
Duncan jabbed his fork into the table in anger before scowling.
The girls cheered while Noah smashed his fork into his plate, upset at the loss.
(Confessional: Harold)
The dweeb sighed nasally before throwing up into the confessional toilet.
"This team blows. Come on, Harold, think of a way to make us eat better."
(End Confessional: Harold)
Chris smiled smugly as the interns unveiled the fourth dish.
"No nine course dish would ever be complete without soup! Today's special is: French bunion soul with minced flies and hangnail crackers."
The camera panned through the contestants as the gasped and shriveled against the disgusting popping soup.
Harold raised an eyebrow at the soup before snapping his fingers with an idea forming in his mind.
"Wait, I have an idea on how we can easily eat the soup!" The dweeb ran over to the kitchen counter and grabbed five paper cups and five plastic straws. He jabbed the straw right through the paper cup and gave one to Duncan before passing more makeshift funnels to his teammates.
"Use these makeshift funnels made out of paper cups and straws to swallow the soup without ever tasting it like so."
Harold put the makeshift funnel into his mouth before pouring the soup down, passing by his tongue and into his throat.
"Ahh." He said after finishing it. "I didn't even taste a thing! Try it!"
Noah and Duncan both looked at each other and shrugged before slurping down their soup through the funnel.
"Wow, dude, I didn't even taste a thing!" Duncan exclaimed in surprise. "Nice job for now."
Harold gave a genuine smile as he observed Justin and Tyler drinking down the soup as the camera panned to the girls on the other side of the room barely touching their soup.
"Okay… even I can't handle drinking Chef's toenails." Gwen dryly said in disgust as she stirred the soup.
"This has Chef's toenails?" Heather said in shock before dry heaving and eventually barfing on the ground right by LeShawna.
"Woah! Clean up on aisle nine!" Chris exclaimed.
"Hey, watch the shoes, sister!" LeShawna threatened the mean girl.
"Oh, you…" Heather's stomach gurgled again. "Too sick to insult…" Heather dry heaved again.
After Tyler finished up the last drop of his French soup, Chris clapped his hands. "And the guys get another point! It's 2-2 with so much pain and suffering already happening from both sides!
The guys all collectively cheered as the girls sighed in defeat once more.
(Confessional: Tyler)
The jock wiped a tear from his eye.
"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I can't wait for breakfast tomorrow. Preferably on that cruise ship."
(End Confessional: Tyler)
A montage of the Eatathon began to play. The montage first showed Chef chewing up some gum before handing an entire platter to the girls.
Katie reluctantly took a piece of gum before chewing it down. She froze up and fell to the floor.
The score showed 3-2 with the girls leading.
Course six showed Chef spraying a skunk's rear liquid into a blender. The black cook activated the blender before giving a cup to Gwen who revoltingly slurped down the skunk juice before burping out a green cloud into Heather's face.
The score showed 4-2 with the girls still in the lead.
The next slide showed Chef holding up a green sandal before putting frosting to make a white smiley face on the sandal. He handed the green sandal to Duncan who chewed off a piece of the sandal and swallowed down.
The score showed 4-3 with the boys now catching up.
The penultimate meal showed Chef pouring garbage straight into a pot before stirring it. He pulled out the ladle to reveal the stew had black goop with banana peels and metal cans inside of the ladle with many flies buzzing around the revolting stew.
Noah grabbed a hefty spoonful of garbage stew and downed it, dry heaving after finishing his meal.
The score showed 4-4 with it being all tied up.
The camera panned across the room as Chris congratulated each of the teams. Most of the competitors who had strong stomachs, like Gwen, Courtney, Duncan, and Harold, looked to fare much better than their teenage brethren who were queasy and pale.
"Congrats campers! You've gone through eight daunting trials of revolting, disease-ridden, disgusting, nauseous meals! You have one final meal left!"
"Bring it on!" Tyler quesily said, slamming his hand confidently on the table.
The interns walked up to competitors, the platter smelled oddly delicious, with a nice meaty smell oozing from the metal plate.
"Who's ready for some hotdogs!" Chris announced.
"Aw man, I love hot dogs!" Tyler eccentrically smiled. "Wait, what's the catch?" He asked.
"Let's just say, there was an ulterior motive to killing Cody by shoving him through a meat grinder…" Chris said matter-of-factly with his smile slowly creeping along his face.
"You're kidding," Katie said, with her eyes wide.
Chris nodded. "Yeah, I kinda am. Cody only had so much meat on him, so we decided to use Bridgette for the girls. You know, with her body being able to be preserved so easily."
Numerous campers immediately leaped out of their chair and screamed.
(Confessional: Harold)
The dweeb ranted in disbelief, nearly banging his head on the ceiling of the confessional.
"Gosh! I just mean Gosh! I can't eat another person! What kinda sick jokes is this! Idiots!"
(End Confessional: Harold)
"Holy shit dude, are you kidding me? Cannibalism?" Duncan exclaimed, glaring a dagger through his singular eye at the host. "Who are you even recording this sick show for?"
Chris smugged. "Another thing! This whole team thing? Yeah, I kinda lied."
"Whoever eats their hot dog first gets a seat on Life Idol Cruises! There are only so many seats though…"
"What! So this whole Battle of the sexes thing was bullshit?" Noah asked hazily. "What was even the point!"
Chris rolled his eyes at the bookworm as if he was speaking to a moron. "So it's I can force you guys to eat more disgusting food, duhhhhh."
"Are you kidding me?" Noah asked putting his hands on his head. "I- I can't eat this! This was a fucking person! It was fucking Cody for crying out loud!"
Noah felt his spine tinge with guilt again; The boy who he framed was right in front of him packaged into a hot dog for the bookworm himself and his crew.
Harold and Tyler both looked at each other in the eyes before looking back at their meals.
The jock fumbled his fingers nervously before pushing the meal away.
"I can't do this bro. I'd… ugh…" the jock's stomach gurgled. "I'd never stoop that low! And I know Zeke wouldn't approve of it either."
Tyler pushed away his plate as Harold shakily picked up his human flesh hot dog.
It was mere inches away from the dweeb's mouth before the dweeb resisted and dropped the hot dog back onto his plate, refusing to even look at the hot dog in front of him.
"No! I can't do this! Gosh, it's just so wrong!" Harold too pushed his plate away.
"That's two chickens!" Chris announced as the camera panned over to the girl's side of the room.
Each of the former gopher girls glanced at each other, seeing if any of them would dare to eat the human flesh hot dog.
The camera oozed with tension as LeShawna picked up a Bridgette hot dog before putting it down.
"Nuh uh, no way can I do something like this…"
Gwen eyed LeShawna and Courtney before sighing to herself. She clutched her fist tight before grabbing the hot dog and taking a bite out of it.
She felt chills shivering down her spine as she swallowed down the Bridgette hot dog.
LeShawna and Katie were looked at each other in dreadful astonishment as Gwen took another reluctant bite of the hot dog, finishing it.
"Done!" Gwen weakly cheered as she held up her empty platter.
"Now get me on that cruise ship ride ASAP!"
"You are one sick-" Heather heaved right as she was about to slander Gwen for chowing down the Bridgette hot dog.
Courtney continued to stare at the Bridgette flesh hot dog in silence.
The cyclops on the bass pursed his lips as he looked at the other guys. Harold and Tyler already had gave up eating their hot dog, while Justin and Noah looked unsure at the meal.
"Ah, whatever, it's… just an ethical issue, not a gross one, I can handle this. It's the best thing I've smelled all day!" Duncan reassured to himself, trying to avoid the issue at heart.
"It's just an ethical issue, it doesn't matter to me." Duncan lied to himself after picking up the Cody hot dog. He closed his eyes.
"Come on, dude, man up, it's for the life idol," Duncan whispered internally before taking a bite of the Cody hot dog.
He swallowed the meat quickly before gagging out "done!" while raising his platter as evidence.
"Two seats are taken on the cruise ride!" Chris announced through his megaphone, "Any other takers? Remember: you get a chance to find a life idol there!"
Heather pursed her lips before giving into the temptation of the life idol. In a blur, the mean girl grabbed the hot dog and scarfed it down quickly.
"Done!" Heather gagged out, letting a small tear out as soon as she realized what she's done.
"Damn girl, you're… crazy for that." LeShawna scolded her rival.
"I don't care, LeShawna, just get me off of this damn island for now."
LeShawna shivered, internally debating whether she should eat the hot dog or not.
Noah eyed the hot dog more, observing every minuscule detail of it. He couldn't help but think about how it was Cody who was right in front of him. Cody, who ever so easily fell right into his trap and was framed and killed.
The bookworm felt his guilt crawling up his spine as he kept telling himself that he needed to eat this sausage to get a life idol. Just for a chance.
He sighed about his moral qualms before looking back at what Katie was doing. The lonesome bestie pushed away her Bridgette hot dog and looked back at Noah.
The high IQ finally chose to surrender and pushed away his Cody hot dog once and for all.
(Confessional: Noah)
The Indian reader facepalmed in exasperation.
"Ugh! What's wrong with me! The chance was right there and I didn't take it! I'm such an idiot! That was the fucking life idol!"
(End Confessional: Noah)
Across the room, another moral dilemma lingered in Courtney's mind.
The perfectionist stared intensively at her Bridgette flesh hot dog.
She could almost hear the surfer's voice, calling out to her, begging to her to stop.
You're loosing yourself, Courtney.
You're the reason I am gone, Courtney.
Courtney's inner self scolded herself. What would her parents think? She's so close to getting a chance of finding an immunity idol, if she could just find it, she'd be golden.
Don't do this to me Courtney, you know that you're the reason I am dead. If you would just have controlled your temper…
"Shut up…" Courtney mustered to herself before reaching out to the Bridgette hot dog.
Don't do this Courtney.
Courtney ignored Bridgette mustering up voices in her head and looked straight at the hot dog.
Within the cracks and texture of the hot dog, she could see Bridgette's horrific eyes sobbing at her just as she did in the boathouse two days ago.
Courtney powered through the horrific recollection and chomped down on the Bridgette hot dog whole.
Am I scrumptious, Courtney?
Courtney swallowed down her food and let out a small tear from her eye.
"And Courtney takes the last seat of the cruise ride! None of you need to eat any more human hot dogs! We have our winners!"
Gwen patted the perfectionist on the back reassuringly.
"It's alright, I know it's messed up." The loner reassured. "Don't worry, we both have a chance to survive this."
(Confessional: Gwen)
The loner deadpanned at the camera.
"I know it's fucked up to eat another person, but I tell you, I am determined to do whatever it takes to get off of this island. Cannibal or not, I'm getting out of here."
(End Confessional: Gwen)
(Confessional: Courtney)
The CIT sat strangely upright in the confessional, trying to keep herself together.
"Okay… That was seriously fucked up… I ate a person… but that doesn't matter now! All that matters is that I get a chance to find a life idol on board that yacht ride."
Courtney clamped her hands together. "Please, let me find this after all I have suffered through. I don't want to do something like that ever again, it was just for the challenge."
You're losing yourself.
(End Confessional: Courtney)
The camera panned to a sunset image of the docks of Wawnakwa. The sunlight reflected off of the water and trees and right onto the campers.
Four campers: Gwen, Courtney, Duncan, and Heather walked with their luggage to board the boat.
Gwen ran quickly past Courtney to the front of the line, she was eager to get on the boat.
She looked behind her and saw a wide-shot view of the island in the sunset. For a sick and twisted place, it felt somewhat calming for once.
Heather followed Gwen as she went up the ramp to enter the yacht. The mean girl kept to herself away from the other three cruise riders.
Lastly, in the back, Courtney and Duncan both walked alongside each other before entering the boat, getting out of view from the camera.
(Confessional: Heather)
The mean girl sassily sat in a different room, it had luxurious clean white walls with a glowing ceiling light above. There was a window outside which showed the rocky waves clashing against the side of the cruiser.
"I did what I had to to get this cruise ride, OK? I- I definitely don't care if I ate some random loser. They lost and I'm still alive, it's just like how I'm gonna end this whole game."
Heather crossed her arms and cleared her voice.
"To be honest, I'm surprised more people weren't willing to go for it, but of course that Goth freak did it with no questions asked."
Heather frowned and slammed her fist on the countertop of the confessional.
"If I don't manage to find an idol here, I am screwed. I know that Justin and Noah are scheming to betray me so I'll have to outsmart them somehow."
She put her hands on her hips, with an aura of superiority oozing out of her.
"I'll put them back into their place."
(End Confessional: Heather)
(Confessional: Noah)
The know-it-all all sat in the confessional pondering.
"Alright, so I didn't go on that cruise ship ride thing. What's done is done. The next game plan is to continue to work with Katie, Justin, and Heather.
Yeah, I know Justin and I were thinking of betraying Heather, but the truth is, she's useful to keep as a safety shield. She has no other potential allies on this island and she should know that. Sure, I guess I feel a bit more bad about abusing her as a safety shield but I just need to keep reminding myself that is for my own self-preservation."
(End Confessional: Noah)
(Confessional: Gwen)
The loner took in a deep breath. She too was inside of the new Cruise confessional.
"I want to see a view like that when I get off of this island for good. I'm gonna do whatever it takes and work with whoever I can.
(End Confessional)
(Confessional: Courtney)
The CIT sat in the confessional room and sighed deeply.
"What's happened, has happened. Bridgette doesn't matter and neither does anything I did to her matter. The only thing that matters now is that I'm alive and I'm going to survive everybody here."
Courtney shivered at the reminder of herself eating Bridgette.
She was a cannibal now, who ate the very person who had befriended her and calmed her before.
This isn't you, you're losing yourself, Courtney.
(End Confessional: Courtney)
The camera panned back to Chris smiling by himself in the greent production tent in the dead of night.
"Well, that's all for today folks!" He held up the other life idol in his hands and showed it off to the camera. It resembled Chris eeriely and was carved out of wood.
"Do you think anybody on the ship will find an idol? Will Heather crumble under the pressure of losing her allies? What will come up of Courtney and Gwen's new friendship? What alliances will arise through this new merge phase? Find out next week on Total! Drama! Island!"
The episode ended as Chris raised his hands in a grandiose manner.
Girls: Gwen, Courtney, Heather, LeShawna, Katie
Boys: Duncan, Harold, Noah, Justin, Tyler
24: Owen
23: Izzy
22: DJ
21: Lindsay
20: Trent
19: Eva
18: Cody
17: Beth
16: Sadie
15: Geoff
14: Bridgette
13: Ezekiel
So! No execution today! Duncan, Heather, Gwen, and Courtney have the chance to find a life idol on their cruise ride through Lake Wawanakwa!
Do you think any of them will find it? Leave your answer in a review below! Also give your thoughts who you think the survivors will be? It's anybody's game! ;)
The next chapter won't be No Pain No Game, though, it'll be a little surprise for all of you to enjoy! Hehehe.
If you leave a review below, that would be most excellent and much appreciated!
Thanks for reading!
-LapiZite