Hey all. Merge time!
I kinda wish that I didn't mention that Alejandro and Sierra would be debuting in literal Chapter One, but that was before I had any rhyme or reason to writing aaaaand now there's nothing that I can do\_(ツ)/ I'm very excited to start writing Al and Sierra into the story though. It'll be most excellent.
Anyway, enjoy all of the pain that is this game.
Girls: Gwen, Courtney, Katie, LeShawna, Heather
Boys: Noah, Justin, Harold, Tyler, Duncan
The camera opened to the iconic shot of the island with the iconic host ready to give a recap on the docks.
"Last time on Total Drama Island…" Chris announced.
"Our competitors ate their hearts out in a grueling luncheon produced by Chef!"
The camera panned to Katie and LeShawna drinking some French soup with toenails and lint inside.
"It was originally a Battle of the Sexes, with the boys facing off against the girls, until I changed it to a free for all where anyone who ate the human sausages would've gotten the reward for the challenge. I can't have my campers go on with an empty stomach after all!"
The camera snapped back to Courtney and Gwen both choosing to eat the Bridgette sausages.
"The campers who succumbed to their primal instincts and became cannibals were mean Heather, bossy Courtney, loner Gwen, and a now cyclops Duncan!"
The camera flashed back to Chef jabbing out Duncan's left eye.
"Their reward for such a feat? Enjoying a cruise ride where they have the potential to find the riveting Life Idol… or not!"
The camera flashed back to Chris, who was giving a friendly chuckle to the camera.
"What pain will our campers enjoy in today's game? Find out right here, right now, on Total! Drama! Island!"
Theme Song
The camera faded open to an image of the blaring sun before panning down to the docks where six teenagers were patiently waiting.
From left to right stood Justin, Katie, Noah, LeShawna, Harold, and Tyler.
They had each been told to wait for the four victors of the reward challenge to come back from their trip.
Not long after, a pristine white boat arrived on the island's docks, with armed interns bringing a ramp down from the ship to the wooden docks.
After the interns boarded off of the ship, the four teenagers soon came off after.
First, Gwen solemnly walked down the ramp, with Courtney and Duncan following right after. Their luggage was dragged behind them.
At the very end of the group was Heather, who looked back behind her at the yacht before departing with her suitcase dragging behind her.
The six campers eyed the four cruise riders suspiciously. The life idol had been on that ship and any one of them could've had it.
Yet, the disappointment in Duncan, Courtney, Gwen, and Heather's eyes made it clear that it was very unlikely any of them found the idol.
Noah walked alongside his mean girl ally as she walked up the dock.
"So… how was the cruise ride? Did you find the idol?" The schemer asked curiously.
"No…" Heather deadpanned. "I don't think Chris even put an idol on the ship in the first place. Stupid Chris and his autistic show!"
"Dang, tough luck. Anyways, while you were gone, I was talking with Katie and Justin about our plans for the upcoming merge phase. We're still doing good as a team together, so we thought we should still stick together."
Heather nodded. How much longer was Noah going to nag her?
She gave a fake smile and glared back at the schemer. "That's good to hear, Noah, but maybe you could… debrief me on it later? Maybe, when we're not in view of our enemies? Okay?"
The scrawny bookworm shrugged and rolled his eyes. "If you insist." He then walked away as Heather scowled at him.
(Confessional: Heather)
The mean girl angrily sneered in the confessional.
"That scheming weasel! I'm on to him and Justin! Those two were planning on betraying me, I'm no idiot."
She pointed sharply at the camera.
"Those three dorks better watch their backs if they think they're gonna be safe for long! I definitely need to forge a new alliance…"
(End Confessional: Heather)
Gwen walked down the docks while looking back at Courtney.
During the luncheon challenge and while on the cruise ride, she had the chance to learn more about the CIT.
She seemed to be a useful ally to have and a dangerous enemy to have as well. The two girls both shared a mindset of determination.
Perhaps I could try to convince LeShawna to join Courtney and Duncan's alliance…
Conveniently and immediately after, she ran into the ghetto girl herself.
"What's up sister? How's it going?" LeShawna fist-bumped Gwen. "Did you… uh… find the immunity idol on the cruise ship?"
Gwen nodded no silently.
"Dang, that's tough girl, how was the cruise ride itself?" LeShawna began walking alongside the loner.
"Uh…" Gwen cleared her voice. "It was nice, I guess. As nice as it'll be for a while. I didn't get much of a chance to relax on the cruise itself. I mean, I spent so much time looking for that damn idol."
LeShawna nudged Gwen. "Yikes, girl, you sound hella tired. Anywho. I got some good news for you while you were gone…"
"I got the two of us into an alliance!"
Gwen raised an eyebrow. "What? Really? With- with who?"
LeShawna pointed to two former bass figures in the background. One of them nodded.
"Harold asked for you and me to join him and his pal Tyler in one. To defeat Heather and her pack of goons."
Gwen irked. "That's… pretty neat."
(Confessional: Gwen)
The loner shifted around in the confessional, bored, but clearly much more alert than before.
"Ugh. I was kinda thinking of forming an alliance with Courtney and Duncan. I mean, Courtney seemed to have a bit of a similar mindset to me: we're both hella determined to get out of here. Plus, it's better to have them on our side, eh?"
Gwen adjusted herself and shrugged.
"I'm not gonna fight against it though. I guess I'll let LeShawna call the shots for now. Having any alliance at all in the first place to fight against Heather and her trolls is excellent."
Gwen smirked as the camera went to static.
(End Confessional: Gwen)
The loudspeaker screeched back on as Chris's triumphant voice buzzed on.
"Campers! Welcome back to the island for those who've taken a short vacation! I'm sorry to say, but nobody has appeared to discover the idol on the cruise ship. You would've all found out eventually, so… yeah. Time to break the ice now."
"Where was it!?" Courtney demanded aggravatingly.
"It was in the front area! Where some interns were driving the boat… and where it was locked up!"
The four former cruise riders synchronizing facepalmed.
"Ahem! Anyways! That idol will be thrown somewhere random into the forest, we've got more important stuff to get to. Like..."
Chris clapped his hands on the speaker.
"We have some new arrivals coming on the island!"
A boat horn was heard in the distance as the ten remaining campers turned their heads back to see a figure standing at the end of a boat smaller than the yacht which had just departed.
The figure was a tall, handsome Latino. His overall body shape was similar to Justin's. He had dashing hair and a short goatee bringing attention to the conniving yet nervous smile on his face. He had gray cargo pants and a red polo shirt which was unbuttoned near the top, revealing a tight white undershirt.
"Hola, amigos." The newcomer said as he stepped onto the dreadful Dock of Shame.
Alejandro's Total Drama Stereotype: The Spanish Charmer
Chris stepped onto the docks, holding his handgun keenly as the contestants' jaws all dropped. "This is Alejandro! He's a newcomer aaand he will be staying on the island for the next week competing against you all as well."
Courtney stepped up immediately and called out "Bullshit! Why is he here now? Why did you add a new competitor in the middle of the competition in the first place?"
Chris shrugged, silencing the overachiver. "I warned all of you at the beginning of this whole thing weeks ago! Don't you remember, man?"
Weeks ago felt like decades ago.
"And hey, I wanted to spice things up a bit, try something a bit new now skedaddle so Al can introduce himself."
The Spaniard tensed up as Courtney stormed back between Duncan and Gwen.
Alejandro cleared his voice. "Hola, amigos. I… understand the quite unfortunate situation that we're all in… and how awkward it might be that I am here, but I hope that it doesn't deter you into eliminating me first."
Chris hung his arm around the nervous Spaniard's shoulder. "See, Al! It ain't that bad! Just don't mess with me or the staff and follow the rules. Alright?"
Alejandro nodded, shoving Chris's arm off of his shoulder. "I understand. Please, though, I prefer to be called Alejandro."
Chris shrugged. "Whatever you say, man!"
(Confessional: Alejandro)
The Spaniard took in a deep breath to take in his surroundings.
"OK, so I assume I just talk into this voice recorder thing? Hola. I'm well aware that as a newcomer, I might be a huge target. Perhaps, it would've been better if I was in this from the beginning?"
"He nodded no to himself and waved away at his previous sentence. No, that's stupid. I should count my blessings that I got a pass to get this far."
"Anywho, I haven't seen much of this forest or its inhabitants, but I hope that I can get some space to… 'establish myself' before I truly start playing this game."
The Archvillain leaned in forward, smirking down upon the confessional cam.
"Luckily, I've got a few tricks up my sleeves. Some experience if you will."
(End Confessional: Alejandro)
Alejandro continued down the docks with his luggage dragging behind him. LeShawna was the first girl to call him out, stepping in his path and pointing straight at him.
"Hey there sugar. Don't you go thinking that just because you're a newcomer you're gonna be off the hook from danger!"
"Señorita, please." The new schemer held his hands up in innocence.
"I'm not searching for any trouble at all!"
"Yet, at least." LeShawna humphed.
"Well, I certainly won't be trying to start any trouble with you. I can tell that you have a fiery yet friendly personality. What is your name, again, señorita?"
LeShawna blushed, backing down a bit.
"I- I am LeShawna. Just- forget what I said, sorry."
Alejandro smirked. "As you wish. No need to apologize." He continued down to the dock where some interns were guiding him towards the cabins.
As he passed Noah and Heather, the former gave a suspicious glance to the passing Spaniard. The latter gave an eager smirk.
(Confessional: Noah)
The schemer shifted around in his seat.
"And I thought Justin was an anti-me. I don't trust that Alejandro guy one bit."
(End Confessional: Noah)
(Confessional: Heather)
The Queen B filed her nails in the confessional.
"Looks like a new door of opportunity has opened! Watch out, Noah, a hot newcomer has just arrived!"
(End Confessional: Heather)
(Confessional: Justin)
Justin scratched his sexy chin in the confessional.
"Damn, he's hot."
(End Confessional: Justin)
The Spaniard looked back at the lined up campers as he was directed to the boy's cabin to be debriefed on the show's rules and premises by a couple of ominous interns.
The loudspeaker screeched on again. "I'm still not done! We've got one more contestant to introduce!"
A second boat horn tooted as its origin came into view with a figure perched on the edge of the boat.
The figure was a Native Canadian girl with braided purple dyed hair. She had a volt colored top with teal pants held up by an ivory belt. She glared intensely at the host of the show as she stepped onto the Dock of Shame.
Sierra's Total Drama Stereotype: The Internet Obsessed
"I'm onto you McLean!" The girl suddenly exclaimed, pointing directly at the host.
Chris, alarmed, took a step back.
"YOU BASTARD!" She yelled as she charged forward with her hands reaching out towards the host.
"RAHHHHHHHHHH!"
Immediately, she was knocked off of her feet by Chef. She hadn't even made it five meters by the time she fell. Chris fell to his butt in surprise.
"This is Sierra!" Chris caustically spat as the angry uber obsessed internet user groaned underneath the pressure of the large cook. Chris quickly sat up and squated back down towards geek.
"You bastaaaaard!" She yelled again.
The entire cast looked awkwardly at each other as Sierra continued to struggle.
"OK, first rule you have to know," Chris ordered matter-of-factly. "Do not attack any of the cameramen, interns, Chef, and especially not me."
Sierra growled at the host before getting picked up over Chef's broad shoulder.
"I'm not going to follow rules from a psychopath!" Sierra yelled back at the host, raising her fist at him like a lunatic. "I've been onto you for years!" The not-so-uber-fan was shoved away towards the girls cabin in a similar manner to Alejandro, although with much more force and less compliancy from Sierra.
Harold eagerly raised his hand. "Um, Chris? What the hell was that about?"
Chris snapped back, off-tempered. "Shut up, Harold!" The dweeb jolted back as Chris caught himself. "Err, sorry, man, she's gonna be a hassle keeping here. Sierra did a lot of research about the show before we even started the season and she's not happy about it…"
"That's a shocker." Gwen acerbically mumbled. "It's a wonder none of us were this berserk when we got here."
Chris dusted off his camp counselor shirt. "Yeah, yeah, some controlled shocks will get her into check."
"So, I assume she's gonna compete too?" Noah inquired. "Al on the guys team and the nutjob on the girls?"
Chris perked up in realization. "Oh, right, sorry about that, the merge!
"You guys are all competing for yourselves now! This whole team thing is gonzo! Done! Boring and out of fashion! The sole person who wins in each individual challenge will get immunity. Everybody else is up for the count!"
The ten campers cheered at this news. Harold and Tyler fist bumped each other while Katie and LeShawna cheered happily.
"Yup! Plenty of good news. Now, in around fifteenish minutes or so, I recommend you all to go to the outdoor amphitheater. Get lunch, use the communal bathrooms, whatever!"
(Confessional: Duncan)
The cyclops rubbed below where his eyepatch was.
"Damned thing. It's still taking some time to get used to. Anyways, Court and I gotta watch our backs tenfold now. Court coined up earlier that we should add the hot Goth chick to our mix, which I'm down for."
"Now the newbies? I don't know much about that purple haired girl, but that Mexican dude looks like he's gonna be a threat."
Duncan punched his fists together.
"Luckily, he hasn't been on the island as long as we have. And I'm ready to crush threats more than ever."
(End Confessional: Duncan)
(Confessional: Justin)
The model quickly came to his senses as he thought about the Spanish newcomer.
"That guy is so good looking! Almost as good looking as me… almost."
Justin brushed his hair to the side.
"Anyway, the reason I brought that up is because I just knew off the bat that Alejandro is not to be trusted. That tan? His hair? It's all a ploy to seduce the girls and Noah! He'll bend them to his will!"
(End Confessional: Justin)
(Confessional: Sierra)
The girl looked around the confessional.
"I've been doing my research about this show ever since I've found out about it last year!"
She pointed directly at the camera, to the audience.
"I know who you people are! You all are cruel evil bastards!"
She flipped the middle finger as the camera went to static.
(End Confessional: Sierra)
The camera turned to a view of Courtney, watching over the campgrounds from the porch of the girls building. Nearby, Duncan was sitting on a lawn chair.
The CIT astutely observed Gwen chattering lightly with LeShawna, Harold, and Tyler.
"That doesn't make any sense…" Courtney observed.
"What's wrong honeycheeks?" Her cyclops ally asked.
"Okay. What the fuck don't call me that ever again."
"Sorry." Duncan snickered.
"It's just that I thought that Gwen would ally with us after our 'bonding time' on the cruise ship ride. We're both similar after all. We're very determined to win and we hate Heather."
Duncan stood up from his seat before leaning over the railing by Courtney. "Clearly you don't know much about people."
"Oh? And you do?"
The rascal shrugged. "I mean, you should've asked her to join us first. Now she's conversing with Harold and Tyler, our biggest rivals. But I guess I'm also kinda at fault for not being proactive and asking Gwen to join us."
Courtney nodded. In the distance, the group of four she was observing laughed loudly.
The four laughing reminded her of the surfer couple and the time she spent with the two of them.
"Duncan…" she asked, "Do you miss Geoff and Bridgette?"
Duncan perked up, noticing Courtney's coldheartedness warm up.
"Of- of course I do! Heck I miss them a lot! Remember at that sleeping challenge when we first met? I still think ab-"
"Forget I said anything!" The perfectionist blurted.
Immediately, the CIT returned back to the status quo.
"They don't matter now. That doesn't matter now. What we need to do is find a way to make things right by getting Tyler and Harold. We've already gotten one of them."
Duncan felt a struck nerve. Courtney was obviously referring to prairie boy Ezekiel.
"Yeah…" the rascal wandered off, eager to change the subject. "So… that new guy? I think his name was Alfonso? He could be a potential ally. That new girl seemed hella unstable though."
Courtney shrugged it off. "Whatever. Time will tell for us. We just have to wait, preferably win invincibility today, and grow our influence."
The camera viewed the mess hall, where Noah had gathered his allies, Katie and Justin. The latter had a bag of potato chips.
"Uh, Justin? Where the hell did you get that?" Noah asked the anti-him.
Justin pointed silently at the kitchen where some interns were.
"Want some?" He offered. "I mean, it might be the last time any of us'll ever see a potato chip. Let alone eat it."
"No thanks, I'll pass." Noah declined.
"Suit yourself, skinny boy." Justin rebutted.
The bookworm shrugged before sitting down on the mess hall stools. On the far opposite end of the room, Alejandro was sitting, toying around with a plastic fork.
The High IQ leaned in and whispered.
"OK, the real reason that I've gathered you here is because I don'-"
"Trust Alejandro?" Justin finished rather loudly. "I don't either. He has looks, he has hair, he has abs, and he's too beefy for a newcomer."
Katie shushed Justin.
"Quiet, Justin, we don't want him to hear us."
The sweet girl then looked left towards Noah. "Why don't you trust him? I mean, it's not like he's done much of anything yet."
Noah nodded back. "Did you see the way he charmed LeShawna out of harm's way on the docks earlier? That's just a taste of what's to come. I'm trying to warn you two as early as I can."
Katie shrugged. "OK, I see where you're coming from. So you want us to stay away from his influence then?"
"Why? Are you attracted to him?" Noah asked.
"No. Are you jealous?" Katie asked.
"I know I am…" Justin answered, looking longingly at the clueless charmer.
"So, shouldn't we tell Heather?" Katie asked.
"No," Noah responded, "I'll tell her after the challenge, plus, she's getting acquainted with Alejandro over there."
Noah pointed across the room where Heather was approaching the Spanish charmer.
(Confessional: Katie)
The sweet girl brushed her pigtail to the side.
"Heh, it's kinda funny that before all of this, I would have gone head over heels for somebody like Alejandro. Now though? I guess the effect of boy's have worn off. My head is finally getting to the swing of survival.
(End Confessional: Katie)
As Alejandro played with a plastic fork in the mess hall, examining the disgusting lunch that Chef had prepared for him.
A baked potato with what was apparently gravy on top of it.
A figure approached him from the side of the camera.
"Hi there, Alessio was it?" She asked, extending her hand out.
Alejandro irked, but accepted her hand and shook it. "Alejandro, please. And you are?"
"Heather."
"Pleasure to meet you."
"I'll cut to the chase, I'm aware that it's stressful being the new guy around here. Especially in a death game competition, but I'm willing to extend an olive branch."
Alejandro curiously raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
"We are both desperately in need of allies, so I suggest that we work together for now."
Heather extended her hand out, but Alejandro stuttered before accepting it.
"What prompted you to do so, chica? I know this isn't out of the good will of your heart."
Heather rolled her eyes. "To get allies, duh." She leaned in an whispered to his ear.
"See those guys over there?" She pointed to Katie, Noah, and Justin.
"Those guys were on my team, but were planning to betray me. I'm telling you this so you can know where I am at least coming from. Although they may look underwhelming, they're much smarter than they look."
Alejandro gave a flirty smile. "And I assume it's because you taught them your vigorous methods, chica?"
Heather flustered up. "Uh- yes." She coughed to recuperate. "Anyways, I'll pretend to still be on their side for as long as I can. Will you just please accept the fucking alliance deal already?"
Alejandro nodded as he graciously accepted Heather's offer.
She leaned in forward and whispered more into the charmer's ear. "One other thing. If I ever catch you trying to stab me in the back, I'll be the end of you."
Alejandro shuffled back into his stool. "Senora, please, there is no reason that I wouldn't want to work with such a smart woman such as yourself. And deceit is a coward's way out. I promise to assist you toward your penultimate goals."
The archvillain gave a wink to the mean girl, who froze up and gave a flustering yet skeptic glare.
(Confessional: Alejandro)
The archvillain laid back in the confessional.
"I don't even have to lift a finger and I'm able to establish myself in a great position. I can easily tell that Heather's ego is up her own ass. She can be a pawn of mine that I'll please every so often. But I have to admit, her quick snappy temper is somewhat admirable."
The archvillain smugged at the camera.
(End Confessional: Alejandro)
The screen suddenly switched to a wide view of the amphitheater. On the far left side was Chris and a couple of interns with a large object covered by red tarp sitting between them. On the right was the contestants who were behind individual desks. The top row had Justin, Noah, Katie, and LeShawna. The middle row had Alejandro, Heather, Sierra, and Gwen. Lastly, the bottom row had Harold, Tyler, Duncan, and Courtney.
Chris walked onstage, holding his silvery handgun in one hand and a megaphone in the other.
He fired at the air, yelling "Who's ready to play spin the wheel!"
Two interns unveiled the red tarp, revealing the Wheel of Torture standing astutely before them.
Duncan flinched as he saw the wheel again.
(Confessional: Duncan)
The cyclops rubbed below his eyepatch, shivering.
"Yeesh. Bad memories, dude. But, whatever, immunity is getting more and more important with each passing day."
(End Confessional: Duncan)
"Here's the deal," Chris debriefed, "You'll spin the wheel, where it'll land on a dare that you'll have to do. If you complete the dare without any complaints, you can give an extra dare to a person of your choice! Or not!"
"If you fail your dare in any fashion, you'll be locked inside of a pillory and lose a chance to win immunity today!"
Chef walked beside the host, holding a platter of marshmallows.
LeShawna leaned from the top right to whisper to her ally. "Gwen, lets try to get Heather's group out, 'kay?"
Gwen nodded silently.
Katie leaned to her right and whispered to her bookworm ally. "Should we target Heather or the new guy?"
Noah shook his head 'no.' "We don't want to get a target on our backs, right Justin?"
Justin was observing himself in a mirror, ignoring the schemer's question. "Uh, sure, whatever you said."
Noah facepalmed as beneath, Heather whispered to Alejandro.
"I suggest that we don't try to target anybody specific," the Queen B whispered, "You're already a prime target for being the new guy, Al."
The Spanish charmger irked.
"Astute observation, Señorita, but please refer to me as Alejandro."
"Sure, whatever." Heather blankly responded, "Just wait for people to target you first before you throw dares at them."
"You're uninspired, McLean! You're a cruel bastard for this! I've did my research, you're going to get justice eventually!" The internet obsessed geek waved her hand at the cruel bastard almost comically.
Chris shrugged cockily. "Yeah well not now, eh. Sierra, you're up first for that blabbery."
Sierra gulped as Chef spun the wheel.
"I'm prepared for whatever you're gonna throw at me!" Sierra declared, her voice oozed nervousness.
After a few knee jerking seconds, the wheel landed on a picture of a beehive.
"An interesting start!" Chris teased. A fat intern came onto the stage, holding a yellow beehive with honey oozing out and bees buzzing about.
"Sierra, your dare is to stick your hand into this beehive for 10 seconds. You'll-"
The purple haired girl immediately stuck her hand inside without hesitation. Her eagerness quickly faded as she felt bees stinging her hand.
After a while, the painfulness of the stings was too much for her to bear and she withdrew her hand out of reflex.
Thankfully for her, the timer next to her read "12:20."
"I'd prefer it if you didn't interrupt me next time, but you did your dare overtime without any complaints. And since you did it without complaints, you get to choose who goes next!"
Sierra pumped her stung arm in the air, wincing as she brought it down.
"I don't really know! I'm not familiar with anybody here…"
She pointed towards Duncan.
"That guy with the mohawk and eyepatch looks tough." Sierra glared at the host. "I can tell you've already used the wheel before this, Chris."
Duncan groaned. "Thanks a lot, Leela, now what's this fucking dare that I have to do?"
The wheel spun again and landed on a picture of a turtle.
"Turtles? Really?" Duncan laughed. "What, do I have to smash them to bits or something?"
Chris shook his head no as interns brought a hockey goal behind Duncan.
The delinquent looked back at the hockey goal and then back in front of him to see Chef weaning a hockey mask, hockey gear, and a hockey stick.
Besides him was a blue bucket where turtles were crawling about.
"These are snapping turtles! Chef will shoot this entire bucket of turtles at you, trying to hit you. You'll have to last the entire time or cry uncle."
Chris winked at the cyclops.
"I'm not known to be generous, but I'd suggest covering your precious jewels."
Duncan gulped, covering his kiwis as Chef grinned eagerly.
Turtles zoomed by the screen, chomping through the nets of the goal as they hit it.
After two or three turtles, Duncan nearly lost his balance, having to extend his arms out to rebalance himself.
This gave Chef prime opportunity to shoot a turtle straight at Duncan's prized possesions.
The delinquent screeched and jumped out of shooting range, yanking the gnawing turtle off of his sensitive spot.
"Ooh! And Duncan steps out of the ring before it's even his turn! Tough luck!"
The delinquent groaned as he returned to his spot between Courtney and Tyler.
A pillory came up from beneath and locked the delinquent in place.
"Looks like we're really locking up that criminal, eh?"
Courtney groaned as the delinquent got locked up.
"Hey, princess, I'm not happy about this early loss either." Duncan rebutted.
(Confessional: Duncan)
The delinquent rubbed his neck.
"Thank God we can do our confessionals while out. There's no breathing room in those things!"
The delinquent crossed his arms in annoyance. "So much for trying to win immunity today…"
"Stupid fucking turtles…"
(End Confessional: Duncan)
"So, uh, who should we target now, dude?" Tyler whispered.
The dweeb leaned to his right. "I'd say Courtney, but we should've consulted with the girls before this."
Tyler shrugged. "I mean, I haven't really talked with that Gwen chick at all. This alliance is kinda sudden."
Harold waved off his hand. "Gosh, we'll talk with them later, just target Courtney for now."
Chris ahemed as the wheel spun. "The next dare is going to LeShawna, who'll have to…"
It landed on a photo of a ghost pepper on fire.
"Eat a spicy, spicy ghost pepper! The entire sha dang!"
LeShawna shivered. "I ain't that good with spicy stuff, but I can handle this…"
"Go, LeShawna!" Gwen encouraged. "Bite through the spiciness!"
LeShawna grabbed a ghost pepper out of an interns hands, which were protected from the pepper's heat by gloves.
LeShawna quickly downed the entire pepper in one bite.
"Nice! And LeShawna gets the point!" Chris announced. "If she can keep it down!"
LeShawna's tongue immediately felt the stinging heat from the pepper.
Tears came out of her eyes as the seething pain burned her tongue.
After coughing a bit, the black girl gulped the spicy behemoth down her throat.
"Done!" She wheezed.
"Who's your target?" Chris inquired.
LeShawna coughed more, shaking her head no as she weakly explained she didn't want to target anybody.
"You sure?" The stunned host asked, unsure if LeShawna was being serious. "Your rival Heather is right there! Isn't she a pain in the ass?"
"Hey!" Heather whined before being calmed by Alejandro.
"Nah, I'm good." LeShawna affirmed, her voice still raspy from the pepper.
(Confessional: LeShawna)
The black girl adjusted her seat.
"Sure, I could dare Heather. But if she succeeds her dare, I get out. That's not something I'm willing to bet on."
She smiled at the camera.
"Gwen's taught me that - to be more sneaky against Heather that is. I'm damn proud of that girl."
(End Confessional: LeShawna)
"Suit yourself." Chris shrugged. "Tyler, you're up next."
The jock peaked up as soon as his name was called, "What's the dare then, dude?"
The wheel spun and landed on a rock on fire.
"Even more hot stuff! And I'm not talking about Lindsay, you gotta put some hot rocks down your pants for ten seconds, my guy!"
Tyler groaned, face palming. Numerous other castmates winced as well.
"You got this, Tyler." Harold nasally reassured.
The jock walked up to a stone faced intern, who held a wooden bucket of black rocks which were illuminating red.
Tyler backed away from the rocks before mustering up the courage.
"Down my pants?"
Chris nodded.
Tyler sighed and pulled back his red sweatpants.
A single hot rock flung down the jock's pants and he immediately clenched his pants back.
"Holy damn! Fuck! That's really hot!"
Tyler continued jumping around like a chicken. Courtney, Duncan, Noah, and even Harold couldn't help themselves but laugh.
After a while, Tyler flung out the singular rock from his pants - through a hole that the rock had burned through.
Chris shrugged. "The dare was to keep the hot rocks in your pants… as in multiple rocks."
Tyler groaned. "Are you kidding me! I already experienced the pain, man! Gimme a break!"
The brutal host smugged. "Nope! Back to where you came from, boy!"
The jock shuffled back to his seat and was headlocked in the pillory.
(Confessional: Alejandro)
The charmer laughed maniacally in the wooden shed.
"Did you see that jock jump around like a donkey? That was hilarious!"
Al wiped his eye.
"Sure, it's rude to laugh, but damn is he incompitent. How the hell has he survived this long?"
(End Confessional: Alejandro)
The camera went back to the auditorium, where the wheel was spinning as Harold anticipated what his dare would be. He looked back at LeShawna and Tyler before again at the wheel.
It landed on a photo of a dumpster.
"Harold, your dare is to sit in a stinky dumpster for a whole minute! That may not sound as bad, but there'll be some special surprises in the dumpster waiting for you!"
Chef heftily dragged a large green dumpster with flies buzzing around to the middle of the stage.
"Human remains?" Harold sniffled. "Is it filled with human remains?"
"Needles, old garbage, used diapers, the whole gist!" Chris winked, evading Harold's comment.
The dweeb sighed and lowered himself into the dumpster.
An uncomfortable squish was heard as the nerd splunged into the dumpster.
"Gosh! Gross!"
The red haired nerd adjusted himself as comfortably as he could, leaning against the dumpster wall. He pinched his nose to avoid the horrendous smell omitting from the dumpster.
29 seconds went by.
"Ugh, this is taking so long!" Heather whined.
"Why rush? You wanna go up next?" Noah teased.
The Queen B groaned. "Shut up."
The bookworm shrugged at Katie. "What's up with her?"
28 seconds more went by and Chris' timer went off.
"Okay… that was more uneventful than I thought'd it be considering that there was literal human meat in there."
"Gosh!" Harold exclaimed as he leaped out of the smelly dumpster. He was covered in numerous stains and garbage. A piece of toilet paper dragged behind his shoe.
"Yeesh. You smell even worse than before, boy!" Chef barked, whiffing the smell away.
"Gosh! It's not my fault I sweat so much!" Harold defended himself.
"Then whose is it?" The scheming bookworm asked.
Harold sighed as Chris grabbed the rim of the wheel again.
"Harold? Is there anybody you wanna give a dare to right now?"
The stinky nerd thought for a second, considering at the glaring perfectionist.
"Yup! I dare Courtney."
The CIT gasped.
(Confessional: Harold)
The smelly nerd plucked a smelly banana peel off of his shoulder.
"That was surprisingly easy. Disgusting, but easy. I guess I am kinda used to smelling pretty bad."
"Wicked."
(End Confessional: Harold)
(Confessional: Courtney)
The CIT scoffed.
"I'm growing to hate that dweeb by the minute as much as Duncan does. He's such a tool. I just hope he hasn't found any allies yet. We're doing pretty poorly right now."
(End Confessional: Courtney)
The wheel spun and landed on a picture of a snake.
"Courtney, your dare is to let this snake slither on you for twenty seconds."
The fat intern returned with a glass box. Inside was a lime green snake that hissed its tongue.
The CIT backed carefully. "Is it venomous?"
"That's for you to find out. I honestly forgot." Chris shrugged.
Sierra jumped out of her seat. "It isn't venomous, it's the same snake from last season!"
Courtney raised an eyebrow. Last season?
Chris quickly pointed at Sierra. "Hey! Shut it! You're not allowed to know about that stuff!"
Sierra grumbled and sat down.
The CIT, still lost in thought of what Sierra said, didn't even notice the lime green snake as it slithered about her arms.
So there were multiple seasons of this show? How many? How long has Chris been hosting them? Or was there a different host?
The timer beeped, alerting Courtney again.
"Times up! Wow, you stood still like a statue!" Chris commented.
"Uh, yeah." Courtney nodded.
"Harold, you're out!"
Harold, still covered in trash, snapped his fingers in defeat. A pillory came up from beneath and headlocked the dweeb.
Courtney quickly returned to her seat, looking above her at Gwen.
"So there's multiple seasons of this show? That's insanely cruel. How many people do you think have died… here…"
The CIT tensed up in thought as Gwen shrugged above her.
"I don't know and I don't care. I'm just gonna focus on the damn game, 'kay Court?"
Courtney nodded. "Right, sure."
(Confessional: Gwen)
The goth twirled her hair in the wooden box.
"It looks like there's a much bigger picture here. Apparently this show has been going on for multiple seasons."
The goth shrugged. "I would care, but honestly? The only thing I ought to care about right now is surviving. Chris is still a cruel bastard though."
(End Confessional: Gwen)
"Noah! Your turn for a dare!" Noah perched up, alert.
The schemer grumbled as the wheel spun and landed on a glass of green juice.
"Nice! Right after the eating challenge too! You'll have to drink a cup of freshly squeezed skunk juice! Or as fresh as when Chef extracted it for the Brunch three days ago…"
An intern walked on screen stoically, handing the High IQ a cup of skunk butt juice.
Katie, Heather, and other contestants around the nerd all moved away from the gross odor.
The cup itself was slimy from the old juice. Any fly that dared enter it's reign immediately died and fell to the ground.
"Here goes nothing," Noah mumbled, pinching his nose.
The bookworm downed the glass, immediately gagging afterwords, right about to puke.
"You barf you're out!" Chris declared.
Noah clenched his throat and forced his throat to swallow the revolting juice.
"Ugh." He gasped.
"And Noah passes with flying colors! Thankfully not flying around green barf colors!"
"Fuck you…" Noah gagged.
"So who do you wanna target, Noah?" Chris inquired.
"Nobody."
Chris rolled his eyes. "You guys are boring."
"You wanna talk about boring?" Sierra spat. "Talk about that season two years ago! You stunk in it!"
Chris caustically glared at the informative girl. "Hey, you shut up. This is serious."
Sierra rolled her eyes.
"I mean it, Sierra."
(Confessional: Noah)
The bookworm wiped his mouth, drooling green.
"Ugh, my stomach already felt like hell after what I think was Thursday. That friggin skunk ass drink definetly amplified my pain."
Noah gagged again.
"I'd kill for some TUMS right now…"
(End Confessional: Noah)
"Anywho, our favorite model Justin is next."
Justin sumptuously stood out of his seat and walked over to the center of the stage, rubbing his hands in anticipation.
"So, what's the dare, Chris?"
The wheel spun and landed on a photo of a melting marshmallow.
"Ooh! You… actually might like this one! It's a hot marshmallow waxing!"
Justin shrugged. "Hey, I haven't had a wax in weeks. This'll be great!"
"Whatever you say, man! I'm extending your time to thirty seconds because of that snarky comment."
The eye candy smiled harder, excited for the marshmallow waxing waiting him.
An tall, well built black intern turned the supermodel around before pouring the hot marshmallow wax all over the models face.
Justin attempted to wail from the pain, but suffocated from the intensive heat. His agonzing screams could be heard, barely muffled by the marshmallow wax.
The eleven contestants looked on in horror as the marshmallow liquid solidified and hardened.
Thirty seconds later, Justin's screams died down, one could've assumed he died.
Nonetheless, Chef ripped off the marshmallow wax with a well alive Justin beneath.
"Hot damn! It's so smooth!" The supermodel brushed his shiny cheek softly.
"Can I get another one?"
Chris smirked. "Nope, but you can give somebody else a spa related treatment using the Island's natural poison ivy!"
The model nodded. "Ah! I choose…"
He pointed directly at Alejandro.
"Alejandro! For being a sneaky suspicious scoundrel!"
The charmer raised an eyebrow. "My apologies, but I am confused? What could I have possibly done!"
Justin leaned in as Noah and Katie facepalmed his stupid confrontation.
"I know how people like you work! I'm in the modeling business after all! You're a treacherous scoundrel!"
Alejandro gave a soothing smile.
"Señor, I appreciate that you think of me as handsome as a model, but you are mistaken. Alas, I am simply handsome. But not as handsome as you for sure."
Justin blushed bashfully.
(Confessional: Justin)
The model shrugged.
"So, I was wrong. But he is hot. You can't blame me for that.
(End Confessional: Justin)
(Confessional: Katie)
The lonesome bestie facepalmed.
"So much for subtly. Justin has to be throwing our game."
(End Confessional: Katie)
(Confessional: Heather)
The mean girl laid back in the confessional toilet.
"And Justin stupidly confronts Alejandro. I have no idea why I kept him around as long as I had. At least I'll survive longer than him for sure. I just hope nobody knows about my alliance with Alejandro yet."
(End Confessional: Heather)
(Confessional: Alejandro)
The Spaniard sinisterly stroked his goatee. His face was red and itchy from the poison ivy dare.
"So Justin is suspicious of me, huh? I guess I'll have to keep him on high alert while I grow my influence for now. I gotta watch over him and his circle of minions. Nonetheless, I obviously crushed him."
He pointed to his red face.
"I can tell I'm getting into the swing of this strategy stuff."
(End Confessional: Alejandro)
(Confessional: Duncan)
The delinquent was in the confessional merely just to have a break from the nagging pillory.
He rubbed the back of his neck, which was aggravated.
"Stupid medieval headlock."
(End Confessional: Duncan)
Alejandro leaned in to Heather and whispered to her.
"It appears that Justin thinks of me as a threat. However, you shouldn't risk targeting him if I lose this dare."
Heather raised an eyebrow. "You don't think you're gonna get through this dare? I think you're overly overestimating Justin. As much of a pain in the ass he is."
Alejandro nodded, standing up and rubbing his hands similar to the model before him.
"Like I said already, your dare is doing a poison ivy spa treatment for 10 seconds! It'll be hella itchy!"
The Spaniard nodded. "I think I can manage."
He lied down on a chair that an intern had set up, with another intern planting the poison ivy on top of the Spaniard's sexy face.
"Ay mierda!" He exclaimed as the poison ivy began warping Alejandro's face.
Ten itchy aggravating seconds later, the timer went off and Alejandro ripped off the poison ivy.
His face was red and scratchy, but he was thankful that it was over.
"Ooh! And Justin is just barely out!"
The model sighed and the pillory took over his neck.
"I hope this doesn't damage my neck badly."
"Anywho, the next dare is for Heather!"
Alejandro smiled at the Queen B, who still managed to give a charming smile despite his scratchy face.
The wheel spun again and landed on a photo of a tarantula.
"Heather, you'll have to let this tarantula crawl on your hair for 10 seconds."
The mean girl whined. "Ugh, really? My hair out of all things?"
The same fat intern who brought the snake returned with a tarantula.
Chris shrugged. "I mean you guys can always decline. Only a quarter of the contestants are gone after all."
"No, no," Heather reassured, "I'll take the dare, thank you."
Shortly afterwards, the intern placed the tarantula right on Heather's head.
Heather screamed and kept herself from instinctively swatting the arachnid off of her precious hair.
The creature climbed down the back of her head as Heather shook and shuddered, ultimately ending with the tarantula going underneath her burgundy top.
The timer ended and Heather screamed more. "Ah! Get it out! Get it out!"
Gwen and LeShawna laughed at the sidelines as an intern helped retrieve the spider.
"Now that girl knows why I fear spiders." LeShawna teased.
Heather sat down, glaring at Gwen and LeShawna.
"Sheesh, Heather, it's just a spider." Noah teased.
Heather rolled her eyes, she was completely done with her scheming buddy. "Shut up, Mr. Thalassophobia."
"Impressive vocabulary, but, come on, what's got your knickers in a twist?" Noah sneered.
The mean girl ignored him.
"So who are you gonna target?" Noah asked blankly.
Heather, short tempered, spat back. "Who do you think, dumbass? You!"
The bookworm stuttered. "What? What the hell? What did I do?"
"Uh…." The mean girl, realizing what she just said, looked at Alejandro for advice. Her short lived cover had been blown.
Nonetheless, Heather doubled down and stuck her tongue out at the bookworm.
(Confessional: Noah)
The Indian bookworm sighed.
"Alright, it's official. Heather has betrayed us."
"I mean, I always knew that this point would've came eventually, but it's still kinda weird. And she's betrayed us for Alejandro out of all people. That I did not see coming… until this morning."
"If anything, I'm surprised Katie predicted this as well. She's more clever than I give her credit for."
"But still, I need to adapt and change my current gameplan… I'll think of a plan soon, I hope…"
(End Confessional: Noah)
(Confessional: Heather)
The mean girl tugged her hair, grumbling.
"I'm so stupid! Why the heck did I dare Noah? I forgot that I was supposed to pretend to still be on his side."
(End Confessional: Heather)
(Confessional: LeShawna)
The homegirl scratched her head.
"Sheesh. I told you Heather's a backstabbing weasel."
(End Confessional: LeShawna)
Noah pouted. "Seriously? I knew this was coming, but now? And after all we've done together?"
Heather shrugged. "Whatever. You're just a leech and you know it. All you've done so far is make snarky comments and read. I'm not autistic! I knew that you and Justin were scheming to get rid of me as quickly as possible! Don't act so innocent!"
The Queen B lied through her teeth, knowing full well that Noah was as competent as she was, but her ego prevented her from giving a sliver of compliments to the High IQ.
Katie stood up from her seat and pointed out at the mean girl.
"Hey, jackass!" Katie called out. "Your ego is up your ass and you know it. You're abandoning us for a Spanish hunk? You're supposed to use your brain to strategize not your ovaries!"
Heather stuttered. How did Katie already know I was working with Alejandro?
Before the Spanish charmer could cool down the situation with his charming skills, Heather blurted out.
"Shut the fuck up, Katie! You're just as much as a leech as Noah is! Do you know how annoying you've been this entire time? You're such a crybaby!
"No wonder Sadie died!"
"No wonder you almost killed yourself!"
Katie blinked in peril.
(Confessional: Gwen)
The loner was stunned.
"Holy shit. That's messed up."
(End Confessional: Gwen)
(Confessional: Tyler)
"Sha dang! And I thought the Killer Bass had pumping tension!"
(End Confessional: Tyler)
(Confessional: Katie)
The last BFFFL glared at the confessional camera.
"What. The. Fuck. That was so uncalled for! Heather's an actual cunt!"
(End Confessional: Katie)
(Confessional: Alejandro)
The Spaniard sighed.
"I'm impressed by her fierceness… at least I won't be the first person gone, huh?"
(End Confessional: Alejandro)
The bookworm stepped in as Katie retreated back to her seat. "Heather. Knock it off."
LeShawna smirked. "Dang girl! I didn't know cutting all ties now out of all times was the new strat!"
The mean girl snapped back and pointed at the ghetto girl. "Oh, like how you cut ties with Beth? You hypocrite."
The ghetto girl glared intensely, being barely able to hold in a smirk when she mumbled: "I know who I'm voting for."
"Agreed." Gwen added.
"I'm in too!" Harold said.
Heather paused, observing the stage and the dozen pairs of eyes glaring at her.
(Confessional: Heather)
The mean girl sniffled in the confessional, realizing her wrath.
"Oh fuck."
(End Confessional: Heather)
Chris blew an airhorn, trying to keep the drama under wraps.
The host's voice oozed irritation but his smug smile implied the contrary. "OK people! I'm loving the drama, but I wanna get back to the torture part! So chop chop!"
Noah sighed, accepting his fate.
"Alright. What's the dare?"
The wheel spun and landed on a pot of water.
"It's-"
"Nope! Not drowning today!" Noah quickly disregarded the host's complaints. "And I think I'm not the one who needs immunity today!"
The schemer glared at the mean girl as he got headlocked in the pillory.
Heather gulped.
(Confessional: Noah)
The bookworm smirked.
"This… is going much better than I thought it would. Heather's getting targeted by everybody now. I'll cut loose ends with her and fly under the radar with Katie and Justin."
The Indian sighed. "I still kinda feel bad though. I've spent a lot of time working with Heather, and as much as I hate to admit it, her annoying demeaner has kinda grown on me."
Noah shrugged.
"But it's definitely not as strong as the bond between me and Katie, so long, Heather!"
(End Confessional: Noah)
(Confessional: Katie)
"Don't get me wrong. I feel pretty bad about losing Heather and getting betrayed by her…"
The BFFFL glared at the camera.
"But she shouldn't have mentioned Sadie."
(End Confessional: Katie)
"Oooookay!" Chris continued. "Next up is Heather's lackey, Katie!"
The BFFFL brightened up.
The wheel spun and landed on ice cubes.
"Katie! Your dare is to shove ice cubes down your pants and let them melt for 30 seconds!"
"Bullshit!" Tyler cried out from the pillory. "Those fire rocks are much more painful than ice!"
The grim host spoke down at the jock. "Do you want a comparison or what?"
"Uhh. I'll pass."
"Smart choice. Anyways, do you accept the dare, Katie?"
The BFFFL nodded and stepped down from the bleachers.
On the main stage, a blonde White intern came on screen, holding a tray with freezing ice cubes.
Katie quickly grabbed the ice pack and shoved it down her pink shorts.
The coldness of the ice pack melted, causing her to gasp from the coldness.
"Gah! That's so much colder than it seems!"
Heather crossed her fingers, praying that she'd fail.
30 seconds went by, the alarm sounded off, and Katie quickly kicked the ice cubes out of her shorts.
Before Katie could declare who she was going to dare, Heather immediately intervened, leaning over her desk and pointing antagonizingly at the Malaysian girl.
"Katie! Don't you dare…"
Katie, in fact, did dare. "I dare Heather."
(Confessional: Heather)
The mean girl spat caustically.
"Tssk! Since when did Katie grow balls of steel?"
(End Confessional: Heather)
The wheel spun, landing on a picture of a light blue shirt.
"Ooh! You're not going to like this one, Heather!"
The mean girl scoffed. "Fine! Just gimme the goddamn dare!"
Chris chuckled, pausing occasionally as he read out the dare.
"Your dare is… to strip on international TV!"
Heather's eyes went wide. "What?! I'm not doing that!"
"You sure?" Chris cockily asked. "You've already shown your honkers once!"
Heather snarled, reaffirming her answer.
"No!"
The host sighed. "Damn! I guess you weren't as desperate as I thought you were."
"In your dreams! You're worse than Cody!"
Chris mocked Heather as she got headlocked in the pillories.
"OK! We're halfway down! Only Gwen, Courtney, LeShawna, Katie, Sierra, and Alejandro remain on the stage. I'd say there isn't a lot of testosterone, but Al can compensate a lot! Gwen, you're up next."
The loner sighed as she stood up from her desk. "Alright, let's get this over with."
The wheel spun and landed on a photo of the lava rocks again.
"Ugh! What! That again? That's like the most difficult one!"
Chris smirked. "Eh, we're gonna mix it up. Instead of putting it in your pants, you're gonna walk over lava rocks across the stage barefoot."
The loner rolled her eyes. "I guess that's much more easier."
Chef and the same blonde White intern from before quickly laid down a carpet of lava rocks silently as Gwen took off her shoes.
"You got this homegirl!" LeShawna clapped and cheered.
Gwen nodded.
The loner began walking at a slow and steady pace, trying to ignore the hot coals kindling at her feet.
After ten meters, her pace began to hurry up. She closed her eyes and concentrated on ignoring the hot coals, thinking of whatever else she could.
Nonetheless, the coals still persisted and Gwen began hurrying up her pace to just below a light jog.
Eventually, the loner felt her feet hit the wooden planks of the amphitheater and she sighed in relief.
"Gwen passes! Who do you dare?"
The loner toned out the buzzing host and smiled back at LeShawna, who was clapping for her victory.
"Thanks… LeShawna…" Gwen smiled.
"LeShawna it is then!" Chris announced.
Gwen jolted and LeShawna's mouth dropped.
"What? Gwen! What the heck, homegirl!"
"Nononono!" The goth reassured. "I was just thanking LeShawna for cheering me on! I dare Heather!"
The mean girl groaned.
"Too bad! I think it's time for LeShawna to do something, eh?"
"That's bullshit!" The Black girl whined.
"My rules." Chris cockily teased.
(Confessional: Gwen)
The loner repeatedly smacked herself on her forehead.
"Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!"
"Way to make LeShawna pissed at me! I just hope she doesn't overthink my accident or take it to heart or anything."
(End Confessional: Gwen)
"What's wrong, LeShawna? Getting flashbacks to your shitty backstab of Beth? Maybe Gwen will make up for her!" Heather called out from the pillories.
"You shut up! Know your place in the stocks!" LeShawna evened out. The Queen B snarled.
"Chicas, chicas, please, quit arguing!" Alejandro spicily calmed down the tension. "It's causing quite a displeasure to my ears!"
The two girls nodded and quietly said sorry.
"Sorry…" Gwen mumbled to LeShawna, avoiding eye contact.
LeShawna gave a nasty look before looking apologetically after seeing the loner's genuine frown.
(Confessional: LeShawna)
The Black girl groaned in the confessional.
"Dammit Gwen! Why'd you have to mess up like that!"
She sighed.
"I guess it's not really her fault… I think…"
"It's mostly just Chris acting like a dickhead."
(End Confessional: LeShawna)
"So if I complete this Gwen gets eliminated and if I fail, I do?"
"Yup!" Chris nodded.
The ghetto girl clapped her hands in confidence. "OK, Chris. What'd you got for me hon?"
Chris spun the Wheel of Torture until it landed on a picture of a milk jug and a stick figure running.
"Your dare is the Milk Mile challenge! You chug a gallon of milk straight and then run a whole mile down to the communal bathrooms and back! Do all of this without throwing up or walking and you'll pass.
LeShawna shrugged. "That doesn't sound too bad, but I've tried something like that before at my cousin's… Whatever. I persisted then and I'll persist now."
An intern slammed a whole gallon of milk on LeShawna's desk.
The Black girl quickly started downing the milk gallon. After absorbing every drop, she slammed the empty carton down, wiped her mouth, and ran out of her seat.
After only 200 meters, LeShawna fell to her knees, throwing up on the sand.
A defeated LeShawna returned, with the tall Black intern from earlier placing a tissue box for LeShawna to wipe her mouth first before getting headlocked in the pillory.
"Sorry LeShawna!" Gwen apologized, "I swear- I didn't mean to- I stuttered- It was a mistake!"
"Calm it, Gwen!" The Black girl yelled. "Jesus! I just threw up, don't give me a headache too! Believe me, you're all good for now."
Alejandro nodded at LeShawna. "It was quite a nice attempt, LeShawna. I'm not even sure I could run that far after consuming milk!"
The Black girl blushed. "Thanks, sugar, I'm going there."
(Confessional: LeShawna)
The Black girl leaned back in the confessional.
"You know, Alejandro may not have faced the brutality of this competition yet, but he still knows how to act like a gentleman!"
(End Confessional: LeShawna)
"Alright! Now that everybody has gone, we're back to square one! Sierra! You're up again!"
The internet obsessed girl stomped off her desk and spun the wheel instead of the host.
"Hey! That's my job!" Chris whined. "Chef back me up here!"
The photo landed on an image of a purple leech.
Chef scoffed. "Eh, whatever. Angry girl your dare is to jump into a barrel filled with leeches for 10 seconds."
Sierra nodded affirmatively.
After a minute, the tall Black intern and the blonde White intern managed to bring a pool of leeches onto the stage.
"Sierra! You'll have to jump headfirst into this pool of leeches and stay for 10 seconds!" Chris announced.
"Yeah, yeah, I know, Chef just told me." Sierra mocked.
"Whatever. Jump in."
Sierra obeyed and cannonballed into the pool.
She immediately felt the leeches clenching down onto her skin, biting and sucking blood out of her body.
The girl gasped for air out of the leech barrel and grasped out of the barrel.
She bolted out, rubbing off the biting leeches from her body.
"DID I MAKE IT?" Sierra screeched.
"Jeez. No need to be loud, bro." Tyler complained, covering his ears.
"Gosh!" Harold exclaimed, observing the timer.
"Well, Sierra, you were in the barrel for 9.99999… Whatever! It isn't 10 seconds! You're out!"
"That's bullshit!" Sierra whined. "You did this challenge last season and you allowed some girl to pass with 9.8 seconds!"
Chris glared at Sierra as she got locked in the pillory.
"Sierra, shut up."
"Okay, but seriously though," Heather intervened, "how do you know so much? And what do you mean? How many other seasons have there been?"
"That's enough now, Sierra!" Chris warned. "Seriously, last warning!"
The internet obsessed continued nonetheless. The lack of blood in Sierra's body didn't help her to think clearly.
"No! I know you McLean! You guys have had 16 seasons of brutality! Torture! Savagery! It's unbelievable how long you and your group of rich elites have been doing this! Out of the roughly three hundred people you've recruited, only twenty four have came out alive!"
Chris irked and grumbled. "Sierra…"
"You're a bastard! I'll expose you!" Sierra continued to threaten from the grasp of the pillory. "You're poison! I've been following your groups' footsteps for years! I know how many people you've killed! I know where we are! You're a bas-"
SHANK
Sierra's eyes widened as the pillory closed complete with a blade hidden between the planks, beheading the internet obsessed girl.
Her head flew off and landed right onto Duncan, rolling off his shoulder.
"Gah! What the fuck!" The cyclops screeched as her head landed right onto his desk.
Alejandro and Gwen, who were next to Sierra as she got beheaded screamed.
Her severed neck immediately bled immensely. The rest of Sierra's body dropped, being held up by her wrists as she collapsed onto the floor. The rest of the contestants had now noticed the deceased Sierra and shrieked in shock as well.
"Yikes! That's messed up!" Katie screamed.
"Holy Gosh!" Harold added.
"Ay mierda!" Alejandro exclaimed.
"Should've listened to the rules, Sierra!" Chris remarked, holding a remote with a red button to activate the pillory.
"I- I thought we get eliminated by voting! What happens now?" Alejandro panicked.
"Nothing!" Chris reassured. "It'd be too much of a hassle to edit around everything Sierra said. It breaks the immersion. Nobody mentions anything Sierra said or you'll end up like her."
The contestants all collectively nodded, especially a traumatized Alejandro, who've never seened anybody killed, much less beheaded before.
"Lo siento… I feel as if I'm about to throw up…" Alejandro stumbled out of the bleachers, averting his vision away from Sierra's corpse.
"So what happens now?" A thankful Heather questioned. "I get to live another day? Who gets the reward? Me?"
Chris sighed. "You know what? I'd say nobody, buuuut I already rented it out. Alejandro wins the trailer and the showers I guess."
"What!?" Courtney complained. "I'm still in the game!"
"And I'm still forced to see a detached head! Please remove it! Jesus!" The delinquent continued to wail.
Chef came over and yanked Sierra's corpse out of the pillory and Sierra's head from Duncan's desk before tossing it into a garbage bag that two interns had brought over.
"You still didn't answer me! I'm still in the game! And so is Gwen and Katie! This is unfair."
Chris groaned. "It's a bed for two people in the trailer. If you want, any of you can sleep with Alejandro. I know you all want to. Challenge is over anyways, go back to your cabins or whatever."
The overachiever mumbled under her breath before accepting Chris's ultimatum. "Fine, Alejandro can have the stupid reward. If he shares the showers with us."
The Spanish charmer appeared back, done from puking, putting on a charming facade.
"Señorita, please do not fret, I was already planning to share the showers with everybody, admittingly to improve my relationship with all of you."
Katie then blurted the obvious. "Enough about the stupid reward! Sierra just died in the middle of the challenge!"
The interns began to free the contestants as the loner replied. "Yeah, better her than me. That's why I stay in line. Don't break the rules like a dumbass."
"I know how you feel, Katie," Noah reassured as he was freed from his pillory. "I guess we're all just tone deaf to it at this point."
Katie irked as Heather escaped her pillory. "See what I mean by a crybaby?"
Heather rubbed her disturbed wrists and neck as Katie confronted the mean girl.
"Shut up, Heather. You're alive right now because of luck. If Sierra shutted up, you'd be dead at the vote tonight."
"Oh well. That's not what happened. Sierra couldn't keep quiet." Heather smugged at the Malaysian girl, bluffing a facade of confidence.
(Confessional: Heather)
The mean girl humphed.
"As much as I hate to admit it, Katie's kinda right. The more I think about it, if Sierra didn't die there, I'd be toast at tonight's vote."
The mean girl tugged on her hair. "Whatever! At least I didn't strip down for no reason. I gotta get more allies… I pray that Alejandro is a good investment. Please don't be all looks like Justin!"
(End Confessional: Heather)
(Confessional: Katie)
The Malaysian girl groaned.
"Heather's such a scandalous bitch. If anything, I'm glad I floated off of her group. At least now I'm in a position of safety along with Noah. Heather's dead. She has nobody except a random Spanish guy she met literally today. She's doomed."
Katie calmed herself down.
"OK. I'm ranting and I shouldn't be acting so vengeful, but still, I'm peeved. She shouldn't have mentioned Sadie. Heather's still my Number 2 on my target list right after Courtney for murdering Sadie. Still, I don't like acting vengeful if that justifies it in anyway, but I'm still gonna get Heather back for that."
(End Confessional: Katie)
The camera switched to a wide shot of the hot showers that came with Alejandro's new trailer.
Alejandro and Heather sat outside of the trailer on a lawn chair. From the hot showers, LeShawna, Katie, and Courtney came out with a towel wrapped around them.
"Ahh. I've almost forgotten what a nice hot shower felt like!" LeShawna sighed, "Those damn communal bathrooms are freezing!"
"No kidding…" Courtney replied, soothed from the warmth of the shower.
"It's my pleasure. You all are welcome to use it anytime." Alejandro nodded.
"Thanks again, hon." LeShawna thanked, "But don't you think that just because you offered us a shower that we'll be flocking to your side."
"I guess it is obvious that I am doing this to gain your favor rather than out of the naive kindness of my heart, but I assure you, there are no strings attached." Alejandro winked at the 3 girls.
"Besides, it was mere luck that Chris assigned me the trailer cabin. It's my practical duty to share this gift with you all. You all deserve to be given some common decency after the agony I've witnessed here."
LeShawna blushed. "Aww, thanks. It's nice knowing some people can remain civilized."
Courtney nodded, skeptically. "Yeah… Thanks…"
Katie remained silent, glueing her eyes on the mean girl sitting by Alejandro.
The three walked away from the scene as Alejandro faced the mean girl.
"What's wrong, Señorita?"
Heather humped. "I don't like those 3. Courtney's slimy, Katie's a crybaby, and LeShawna's a total nuisance."
"Well, I can see you have been antagonized heavily by the people here. I hope you are able to make reparations with them while you can."
"With these people?" Heather looked dumbfounded at the Spaniard. "In this place?"
The charmer shrugged. "I merely want them to get on my good side. There's no loss in kindness."
The mean girl rolled her eyes. "Say that again once you've spent 3 weeks in the same cabin with those annoyances. I haven't gone one morning without arguing with LeShawna or Gwen or Beth."
The Spaniard nudged the Queen B. "That sounds unpleasant. Although, I can offer you to sleep away from your adversaries in the trailer."
Heather hissed at the charmer. "Don't get any funny ideas, Alejandro!" She slapped his wrist.
"No! Of course not, señorita! I was not implying that at all! I was just offering refuge from hell!"
The mean girl leaned back in her lawn chair. "Yeah, yeah. I wasn't denying your offer though. It'll be nice to get away from the Ghetto trash bag."
Al nodded. "I'm sure it will be."
Meanwhile, in the boy's cabin, Noah, Katie, and Justin sat in some beds, scarfing down their dinner: undercooked tuna with overcooked celery.
"I can't believe this…" Noah frustratingly mumbled.
"What? The new contestants? Sierra's beheading? Heather's betrayal?" Justin interrogated.
"The latter."
"I mean, we all saw this coming." Katie spoke between chewing her salmon. "Heather's a conniving backstabber after all."
Noah gulped down celery. "Still, it hurts that she did so. In a twisted way, I almost feel bad for her now that she's ruined herself. But I'm not gonna complain any further."
The BFFFL nodded. "I know what you mean, Noah, but once she mentioned Sadie, I lost all sympathy for her."
The two boys looked at each other.
"Yeah, about that," Noah awkwardly asked, "How have you been feeling ever since the whole… knife thing…"
Katie sighed. "I'm over it. Well, not really, I'm never going to get over Sadie dying, but I'm… acceptant? Of the fact that there's nothing that I can do except live on for Sadie. It stings, but I don't want to end up like Bridgette did."
Noah nodded. "I'm glad you're still here Katie. I don't know how I'd function with Justin as my only ally."
The model scoffed, offended at the bookworm's snarky tone, but disregarded to further inspect the smoothness of his face in the mirror.
"Thanks, Noah." The sweet girl smiled. "Heather and Courtney are the two people on my target list."
"That's the spirit, Katie." Noah smiled. "And, don't worry, I promise that we'll get both Heather and Courtney back for this."
"Yeah!" Katie enthusiastically nodded. "We're more competent than they think. We can outlive them."
Katie hugged Noah briefly.
(Confessional: Noah)
The bookworm sighed.
"You know what's ironic? I originally allied with Heather, Justin, and Katie because I thought I wouldn't end up caring about them. But now I really care about Katie… I guess I really was lonely back at home."
The High IQ exasperated.
"I hope it's not gonna bite me in the ankle later. There's such little likelihood that we're both getting out alive…"
(End Confessional: Noah)
The camera panned down from the evening sunset to the main center of the campground. Tyler, Harold, Gwen and LeShawna all gathered up in the center by the water.
"So this is our alliance, huh? I'm excited to work with you all." Harold greeted.
"Yup." Gwen responded, leaning against a tree. "I'm glad LeShawna found someone who doesn't hate our guts."
Tyler nodded. "Yeah… same… Courtney and Duncan have been a real nuisance the entire time we've been on the same team."
"You're telling me…" LeShawna chuckled, adjusting her seat on a rock. "Heather and her goons have been nothing but trouble ever since we got here. She's been using them as pocket votes this entire time and antagonizing us. No wonder she's all alone now…"
"Well, I'm glad that by working together we'll up all of our chances of survival." Tyler exclaimed. "We've been targeted the entire team phase! Courtney even cheated to get Zeke out!"
Tyler's voice cracked at the unjust memory of Zeke. Harold touched Zeke's toque, which he hadn't taken off.
"Wow…" Gwen mumbled. "I mean, I've spoken with Courtney, she's not that bad… She's just trying to live."
Harold went on the defensive and confronted the goth. "Oh, believe me. She's rigged the votes. She's been an arrogant whiny idiot the entire time! There's a reason that Bridgette punched her before she… you know!.."
"Okay, sheesh, calm down!" Gwen held her hands up in defense. "I get it, you don't like Courtney. She isn't a good person."
"So, anyway, we probably should've communicated before this challenge." LeShawna intervened before their arguing escalated. "Who should we try to go for first?"
The dweeb nodded eagerly. "I'd say we go for Duncan first. He's more of a general threat than Heather, whose already bombed her social status"
"Alright, so it's settled then?" Tyler looked around. "We try to get justice for Zeke- target Duncan and then we'll get Heather."
Gwen shrugged. "I guess. Whatever keeps me alive."
(Confessional: Gwen)
The loner sighed in the confessional.
"Honestly, this isn't the ideal group I want to work with. Courtney and Duncan seem just more… strategic? I have no idea what LeShawna saw in those two while I was on that yacht trip."
Gwen sat back straight.
"Whatever keeps me alive, I guess."
(End Confessional: Gwen)
As the two girls walked back to their cabins, Harold and Tyler sat on the beach, observing the evening sky.
"So, how's things Tyler?" Harold asked. "This is the merge. We don't have to worry about Duncan and Courtney as much anymore."
The jock sighed, brushing his finger on the beach sand. "Yeah.. it just feels bad that Zeke isn't here with us."
"I get it." The dweeb took off the aqua toque and held it in his hands. "It's so unfair that Courtney and Duncan get to walk away scot free."
"Yeah… but I guess it's karma in a way."
Harold raised an eyebrow at Tyler, baffled. "What do you mean?"
"Well… You know how things ended with me and Geoff like… five days ago? And how Bridgette ended up from it… It's my fault that Geoff and Bridgette are gone after all. Zeke was payback for my errors."
"I know it's hurts to think about. You're a good person Tyler for feeling guilty, but you shouldn't worry about making up for your mistakes. They're mistakes after all. And here, you need to focus on surviving."
Tyler jolted up from the sand. "It's not that easy, Harold, I've felt bad every day since, bro! I need to make up for it, it's just like what Zeke told us before he died! But that doesn't mean I'm gonna stop myself from trying to live. I know my priorities, but making up for my sins is a huge goal of mine as well."
"Tyler…" Harold nasally sighed. "I don't know what to say..."
Meanwhile, from the windows of the trailer, Alejandro watched perniciously through the blinds.
"Interesting…" Alejandro astutely observed.
"What is it?" The bitter Queen B asked.
"It seems like LeShawna, Gwen, Harold, and Tyler are in an alliance, were you aware of this before?"
"Uhh…" Heather paused. "I wasn't."
Alejandro looked back as the two boys sat on the beach.
"I hope they aren't conspiring to target you, Heather. It would be incredibly sorrowful to lose an individual like you so soon."
"Thanks…" Heather trailed off, lost in thought about her betrayal of her minions.
"So, tell me more about the three you worked with. You've said they're… more than they seem?"
Heather quickly snapped herself back into reality and nodded in agreement.
"Yes- yes- Noah's smarter than he looks. He's already deduced that I was gonna betray him before I even planned it. To be honest, he's mostly the mastermind behind most of the people I've killed."
The Spaniard backed away from the Queen B in surprised.
"No, no, not physically at least, mostly with scheming and planning. Justin has the ability to swoon almost any lady to his side. He tends to be more cocky and arrogant. He took over as our team chef in one of these challenges, and somehow led us to victory. I'll never get over the fact that it wasn't me who led them then. He's just looks. I mean, why else would Katie stick with him the entire time?"
"I see. Justin's a leader… So how about Katie?"
Heather seethed through her teeth. "Katie's a crybaby. She's done nothing beside wail about her best friend getting killed a week ago."
"So, it seems like we're getting targeted then. By your group of minions and your adversaries. An outlandish choice would be to work with those other two but…"
"Señorita, are you crying?"
The mean girl sniffled as she sat on the bed of the trailer.
"I screwed up so badly today…"
"It'll be alright Chica, you're still alive…"
"Now everybody hates me! I'm not as invincible as I thought. I don't even know how I'm going to survive through this…"
"Chica, I promise you, you're much more stronger than you think you are…"
Heather leaned over and hugged the Spaniard.
"Thank you so much for staying by my side… Thank you so much for not leaving me…"
Alejandro paused before hugging Heather back.
"Anytime, Señorita, I'll… I promise to help you."
(Confessional: Alejandro)
The Spaniard stroked his goatee while looking ominously at the camera.
"I know that my… situation in this game is quite unfortunate, considering how late I am to the party, but I'd say I am off to a fantastic start, luring Heather right into my hands. She seems unaware of how skilled I truly am at this game. She's too emotional and up her ass. Believe me…"
He pointed daringly straight at the camera, with furiosity in his Latin eyes.
"I do intend on winning this. This charming Spaniard has a lot in store for you…"
The camera faded to static as the episode ended.
(End Confessional: Alejandro)
Voting Confessionals: Unavailable
Sierra: (1 Vote): (Chris)
Boys: Alejandro, Noah, Justin, Duncan, Tyler, Harold
Girls: Katie, Heather, Gwen, LeShawna, Courtney
Execution Order:
24: Owen
23: Izzy
22: DJ
21: Lindsay
20: Trent
19: Eva
18: Cody
17: Beth
16: Sadie
15: Geoff
14: Bridgette
13: Ezekiel
12: Sierra
Final Words: "You're poison! I've been following your groups' footsteps for years! I know how many people you've killed! I know where we are! You're a bas-"
Why was Sierra eliminated?
I need filler characters. There are so many arcs.
Jokes aside, I want everybody to transition smoothly to the merge, so Sierra's gotta go. I'm really glad with the way I portrayed her though. Y'all got some neat exposition and world building through her. I mean, of course she's not going to be an insane uberfan over a show that literally kills people. What is this? Squid Game? I hope you enjoyed Sierra's brief appearance!
I hope you guys enjoyed the first merge episode! Sorry that things are coming out much slower, I've been taking my sweet time on these chapters (Mostly out of procrastination lol, I wrote most of this chapter over three consecutive days.) My release schedule is gonna boil down to whenever I feel like it eventually.
But anyway, remember to leave a review, follow, and favorite! Thanks again and stay tuned for the next episode!
Sha bye bye!
-Lapizite