Last time on Total Drama Island...
Yours truly put on an amazing performance as a pirate and sent the campers off in search of treasure. Some campers put themselves in serious danger to get the keys to their treasure chests. Trent even scored some points with Gwen by diving in sewage for her. In retrospect, however, the rewards probably weren't worth the effort. Except for Izzy, that is, whose brawl with a deadly rabbit won her immunity.
Meanwhile, the votes were tied between Duncan and Owen. A tie-breaker challenge saw Duncan pull ahead, putting an early end to the alliance between Owen and Lindsay. Which camper will be unlucky enough to walk the Dock of Shame next? Who will lose their nerve and their lunch? Find out on our most thrilling episode yet of Total... Drama... Action!
Given that the treasure hunt had been (comparatively) light on injuries, the campers were able to use the time between that challenge and the next to relax… and to plan. Case in point, Bridgette had brought both Courtney and Liam into the boathouse away from prying ears.
She crossed her arms and gave the other two a determined look. "Okay, so I did as you asked and didn't vote for Duncan last time. Now that the neutrals don't outnumber us anymore, it's time to try eliminating him. He needs to pay for getting Harold voted off," she said.
Courtney hummed, crossing her arms. "He has made it public that he's gunning for us… I agree," she said.
"Same here," Liam added.
Bridgette nodded. "I figured, and let me tell you why I–" she began, before pausing. "Wait. You're… agreeing with me? Just like that?"
The C.I.T. sniffed. "Just because I'm in charge of this alliance, that doesn't mean I can't listen to good ideas from others. Going after Duncan is a good idea," she stated.
Liam nodded in agreement. "Not to mention that the next best target would be Heather. And I want to be sure we'll succeed before trying to move against her," he said.
Bridgette looked back and forth between the two of them. A smile appeared on her face, and she then placed her hand in between the three of them. After a moment, Liam placed his hand over hers, as did Courtney. "Well, okay then. Tonight's Duncan's last night on this island," she declared, and they both nodded.
Confessional Stall- Bridgette
"You know, after she made that deal with Duncan during the last challenge, I was starting to lose faith in Courtney," she admitted. "But however he managed to squeak by when he came back, he won't succeed this time. I just have to trust my allies."
Courtney
"To be honest, I was planning to have us vote for Duncan anyway. Heather may not have his loyalty, but she does have his ear. And letting her keep a third person who could vote against us isn't an option."
Meanwhile, next to the girl's cabin, another group was seated and passing the time.
"This is so great!" Lindsay said, applying her eyeliner while looking into a compact mirror. "Now that we're in an alliance again, you and I can hang out with each other."
Across from her, Gwen paused as she analyzed that sentence. Then she thought back to what the blonde had said at the other night's bonfire. A pained expression grew on her face. "We… did stop hanging out once Leshawna was gone, huh?"
Lindsay nodded, her cheery demeanor dimming. "Yeah… I was pretty bummed about that. Leshawna, Tyler, Owen… Almost every friend I've made has been eliminated before me. And you've got Trent now, so I don't think you'd want me with you in the finals."
Gwen winced. "That…" she started, before trailing off. It was true; between Lindsay or Trent, she'd pick the guitarist as the one to go to the finals with any day. Even so… "That doesn't mean we can't go to the semi-finals together. Wasn't that what you and Leshawna originally teamed up to do?"
Lindsay looked up. "Oh yeah… Back when we were in an alliance with Heather! She said it would only last until it was just the three of us!" she recalled. "So you're saying you, me and Trent can do that?"
"Sure thing," Gwen said. Her conversation with Izzy also flashed through her mind, particularly that part about 'high-energy people'. "And… I'm sorry for ditching you after Leshawna was booted. If you want we could…" Then the goth visibly swallowed. "...Paint each other's nails."
Sure enough, that got wide eyes and a huge gasp from Lindsay. Gwen quickly added "But only if you paint mine black! Or… maybe blue."
Lindsay didn't even bother arguing and just nodded, leaning across the table to pull her into a hug. "Oh, this is going to be great! We'll compete together, give each other mani-pedis… I'm so excited!" she said, flashing Gwen a radiant smile and missing her groan in dismay.
Confessional Stall - Gwen
"Sometimes, having a conscience and caring about other people's feelings really sucks."
After lunch that day, Chris had the campers assemble at the Dock to be told of their next challenge. "Today, you will all be participating in a good old-fashioned game of hide-and-seek. Only, none of you will be doing any seeking, at least at first," he told them. "You get fifteen minutes to hide, and then you will be hunted… by Chef Hatchet."
All of them went stiff. And when a familiar laugh reached them, they turned and looked to see Chef standing there, a vicious grin in place while he held a water gun that, in his arms, looked tiny.
Duncan scoffed. "Ooh, a squirt gun! Very scary," he said sarcastically.
Chris grinned. "Chef, if you would demonstrate?" he asked.
"With pleasure," Chef replied, giving the gun a half dozen pumps. Once it was ready, he turned and fired it at Chris.
The host had just enough time to widen his eyes before a massive torrent of water blasted him. The flood sent him skidding back along the ground and nearly bowled him over. When it came to an end, he was over a dozen feet away and completely soaked. "Not on me!" he yelled.
"...Oops," Chef said.
Walking back over and shaking his head, Chris ignored the snorts and muffled laughter from the campers. "The lifeguard chair here on the Dock is home base. If you're caught by Chef—or one of his helpers—and manage to not be doused, you can try to run back here. But if he sprays you on your way there, you're out," he explained.
"Is that the only way to win?" Courtney asked worriedly.
"And what 'helpers'?" Heather asked suspiciously.
"To answer both, you can also earn immunity either by not being found wherever you're hiding…" Chris replied, making Chef snort at the thought of someone evading him. "Or you can help Chef find someone after you've already been caught. Any of these keeps you off the chopping block tonight. Now, any questions?"
"Um…" Lindsay said, raising her hand.
"And go!" Chris called, and all of the campers except her scattered. A moment later, Lindsay screamed in fear and ran away.
After making a quick pit-stop at her cabin to change into her bathing suit, Courtney ran along the beach for over a minute. Once she had decided she was far enough away, she turned to the water and jumped in, swimming out to where she could dive under the surface.
Gwen spent almost her entire prep time making a blanket of woven grass. Once it was ready, she picked a spot near the totem pole and laid against the ground. With her personal camouflage, she was indistinguishable from the landscape as long as she didn't move.
As Bridgette passed by the bonfire in search of a hiding place, her foot caught on one of the ropes that held up a string of lanterns. However, she had yet to notice, and it began to drag behind her as she kept walking.
As Trent was walking past a cave, he heard a "Psst!" Furrowing his brow, he looked in the direction of the cave entrance. Hearing it again he stepped inside apprehensively… and relaxed. "Oh, hey Duncan," he said.
The punk nodded and waved him over to where he was kneeling on the ground. "Look, man, you and I have got a problem. There's seven chicks left on this island and only three guys."
Trent blinked. "Uh... yeah, I guess there is. But why is that a problem?" he asked.
Duncan resisted the urge to facepalm. "Because, genius, if I'm seeing this then the girls are too. And they'll vote us off one by one," he warned.
The musician frowned. "In that case, shouldn't we have Liam here as well?"
"Ideally, yes. But I don't trust that guy as far as I could throw him," he admitted. "You, on the other hand, I know plays things straight. And I saw that you and Gwen have started holding hands during meals."
Trent blushed and rubbed the back of his head. Even if they weren't being public about their relationship, they weren't being subtle either. But he wasn't about to feel bad about that. "What can I say? She rocks my world," he said.
Duncan shrugged. "I'm not knocking you for it, man. The opposite, really: just you and me wouldn't be enough. But if you, me and Gwen team up in an alliance, we can start voting all the other girls off. Like Courtney."
"..."
Trent was silent. How exactly did one turn down an alliance without saying you were already in one? And given his track record up to this point, he didn't imagine the mohawk-ed teen would take it well.
When it seemed like he wasn't going to respond, Duncan frowned. "Or we can vote for Courtney later," he offered. "There's Heather and her alliance; nothing but chicks there."
He grimaced. "I'll… talk to Gwen about it. I don't want to say yes without her," he dodged. "Plus, we don't even know if either Courtney or Heather will have immunity yet."
At that, Duncan reluctantly inclined his head. "Fair enough. Just let me know soon, alright? I don't like being left out of the loop," he said.
Trent smiled, doing his best to not look nervous. "Uh, sure, man! I'll get back to you on that real soon," he promised.
"Great," Duncan said. "Now get going."
His smile vanished. "Huh?"
Duncan smirked. "This is my hiding spot, man. I'm not looking to share and get us both caught."
Once the timer was up, Chef started in the woods to look for campers. However, no more than fifteen feet behind him was Izzy.
A wide grin on her face, Izzy timed her steps to match with Chef's, using the sound of his own footsteps to cover her own. When he stopped walking, so did she. When he kneeled to aim or check for tracks, she mimed his movements. Every once in a while, Chef would check behind him. Whenever he did, Izzy was quick to dive behind a bush, rock or tree. And once he decided the coast was clear, she'd emerge to openly tail him again.
After being told by Chris that neither her bed or a bathroom stall were good hiding spots, Lindsay had moved behind a tree near the lodge. As she stood there and tried to make her arms look like branches, she spotted Trent approaching the building from the south. When she saw him jump and grab the side of the roof to pull himself up, she gasped. What an awesome idea!
However, no sooner had he gotten his head up when he heard a voice whisper "Trent!"
Looking up, he blinked. "Daphne? What are you doing here?" he asked, seeing her lying flat on the roof and dressed in all red to blend in.
The brunette scoffed. "This has been Izzy and I's hiding spot since before she was eliminated," she told him. "Where do you think we hang out between challenges?"
"Honestly? I thought you two kept going into the woods so Izzy can hunt stuff," he answered.
Daphne opened her mouth, then paused. "...Okay, not a bad guess," she admitted. "Anyway, hurry up and go find somewhere else! Before Chef sees you!"
Trent frowned. "Alright, alright. Jeez," he said, letting go and landing back on the ground.
As he walked to the front, however, another voice said "Trent! Hey!" Turning to look at them, he saw that it was Lindsay. "What a coincidence! We can hide together now!" she said excitedly.
"Yeah… about that," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I don't think it would be a great idea if we stuck together. The others are right; Chef could find us if we–" he began, before freezing. Chef had entered his field of view, and was walking towards the lodge. "Oh, crap!" Trent said, eyes darting around for a place to hide. When he looked down, he noticed a gap between the lodge stairs on the ground. "Quick! In here!" he said, pulling her under the stairs with him.
Both of them stood still, holding their breath and waiting to see if they had been spotted. Chef walked closer, reached the bottom of the steps… and then walked into the lodge. Not ten seconds later, Izzy emerged from behind a bush and also went inside.
Trent sighed. "That was too close. You need to come up with your own hiding spot, Lindsay," he told her.
She pouted. "But…" she said before hanging her head. "Okay." She crawled back out from under the lodge, taking a short walk over to the girls' cabin… and then hid under the steps there.
The only reason Trent didn't face-palm was because he was afraid of the noise it would create. A good thing too, as the front door to the lodge slammed open a moment later, Heather running out and screaming. Chef ran out after her, pumping his water gun. She began sprinting for the lifeguard seat, and he ran after her long enough to get a bead on her movement. Then he stopped and took aim.
Although Heather was still shouting in fear, that wasn't loud enough to cover the roar of rushing water. And when she looked back, she received a faceful of it as Chef doused her, sending her to the ground. Chef then walked over and placed one foot on her chest, striking a victory pose.
Inside the boathouse, Chef looked around and didn't immediately see any sign of people. The supplies were all still there, he didn't spot any hairs on the ground or signs that anything had been moved. Just nearly a dozen supply crates… "Hmm," he said, walking towards the closest one.
Once he was close enough, he could see that the lid was still nailed to it. Still, he didn't put it past one of these teens to get creative and have someone else nail them in. Placing his water gun to the side, he grabbed the lid with both hands. A quick pull and he easily ripped it off, showing that the crate was full of duck bait. Placing the lid back on, he then moved to the next crate and repeated the process.
Four crates into this, and Chef pulled open one to see it filled with nets. But behind him, the lid to another crate quietly rose before coming back down, leaving it half-open. Then a familiar head of red hair peeked out, seeing that Chef's back was currently facing him.
Not trusting himself to breathe quietly enough, Liam held his breath and raised one foot outside the crate. He carefully then placed it on the wooden floor, put his weight on it, and relaxed just a hair when it didn't make any noise. He then leaned forward, pulled his other foot out, and set that one down.
Creeeak
Chef stood straight, and Liam didn't waste time trying to run out the door or even curse. Instead he took a deep breath and lunged forward even as Chef was turning around, diving through the boathouse's fishing hole and into the water.
Chef grinned. "Got you now!" he said, before running outside.
Underwater, Liam tried to stay far enough beneath the surface to not be seen. He swam in the direction of the Dock, knowing his only chance now was to touch home base. Luckily, the Dock and boathouse were intentionally close to each other. However, once he was close enough to the Dock, he began to make out a shape in the water. Without goggles, it wasn't easy to make it out but he could tell it was under the Docks and near the surface. Then, once it became clearer, he realized it wasn't something treading the water, but some one. Someone in a bathing suit he recognized.
Deciding to leave them be for now, he swam up to break the surface next to the Docks. And found Chef waiting for him, water gun aimed and ready.
"Well, darn," Liam muttered, taking a breath before Chef sent him back under with a blast of water.
While Chef had Heather and Liam wait for him on the steps outside, he decided to double-check the lodge for any more campers.
Given that he had found Heather in the kitchen, he started there, including inside the refrigerator. Nothing. Once the kitchen was clear, he checked the chimney in the dining hall. No one there either. Under the tables was also clear. With no other places in there to hide, he began to walk towards the door.
Until, from above, he heard a muffled "Achoo!" Chef looked up, and his expression turned surprised at seeing Izzy holding herself up against the ceiling.
As she rubbed her nose, she noticed him looking. "Oh… guess you heard that, huh?" she said with a nervous laugh. Then her nervousness vanished and she let go, falling down with a "YAAAAAH!" She landed on Chef's shoulders feet-first, sending him crashing to the ground while she jumped off, flipped forward and landed on her feet.
Chef quickly stood and glared at Izzy. Shaking himself off, he looked down at his water gun with a contemplative look. Then he tossed it aside. Seeing that, Izzy stopped tensing for a sprint and turned to face him. The two of them locked gazes, neither saying a word. Chef popped the joints in his hands, and Izzy did the same with both her hands and neck.
A beat passed in silence. And then, with a battle cry, Izzy charged forward. A quick flurry of blows were exchanged as both of them blocked and countered the other. Chef, towering over Izzy, attempted a haymaker punch. She ducked under his massive arm and delivered a swift kick to his shin. Chef winced in pain but retaliated with a left hook that grazed Izzy's cheek.
Izzy danced back, knowing her agility was her best weapon. She darted forward, landing a jab to Chef's midsection. He grunted but showed no signs of slowing down. He charged at her with a roar, attempting to tackle her to the ground. She sidestepped the charge, letting him crash into the wall behind her. Chef staggered back, and Izzy used that moment to leap onto his back, getting him in a chokehold.
Chef struggled, trying to dislodge her, but Izzy held on with surprising strength. He turned and backed up, slamming her between him and the wall, yet she still refused to let go. Spots started to dance in his vision, and Chef swayed on his feet. Suddenly, Izzy let go, and he stumbled forward while gasping for air. Once he had enough to speak, he turned around to ask why she released him… only to see his own water gun aimed at him.
Izzy giggled. "See ya!" she called, and fired a geyser of water that sent him flying through the room and into the kitchen.
She then immediately turned and ran out the front door. Liam and Heather shot to their feet at her appearance, both appearing startled. She ignored them and kept running. "Good luck eliminating me now!" she called, holding the water gun above her head.
Chef charged out of the Lodge after her a moment later, and they both followed. Izzy made it the start of the Dock before she tossed the water gun to the side, letting it fall in the water. Chef ignored it and ran after her, shouting "You're not getting away!"
She made it to the end of the Dock, the lifeguard chair to her right. Rather than run, she lunged forward. "Safe!" she called.
But Chef yelled "No!" and lunged as well. His jump took him across the docks, tackling her in mid-air.
Both of them were sent into the water with a massive splash. After they both vanished underwater, Heather and Liam ran up to the edge of the Dock. Several waves were kicked up from below, and they could make out the shape of the duo fighting underwater. "Wow, those two are really going at it," Heather remarked.
Liam began to nod, before stopping as he noticed something emerging on the Docks behind them next to the chair. Humming, he said "It looks like a very exciting fight."
Heather nodded. "Shame we can't see it from here." That was when she heard someone clearing her throat. Turning around, she had just enough time to register Courtney standing there before she felt a hand grab her shoulder.
"Let me help with that," Liam said, and shoved her off the Dock into the water. She gave a startled shout that was cut off as she fell in, and he looked over at Courtney.
The C.I.T. gasped. "Oh, no, it appears I've been spotted!" she said over-dramatically. "Whatever shall I do? That is…" Then she leaned forward and grabbed the side of the chair. "Except have victory in arm's reach," she finished triumphantly.
He chuckled. "Was hiding next to home base your plan the whole time?" he asked.
Courtney nodded. "I was going to wait until Chef caught someone and started walking away, but then he fell right in. It was too good a chance," she said.
That was when Heather rose out of the water, eyes practically on fire from how intense her glare was. "You two are so dead!" she warned them.
All Courtney responded with was "Hmph!" before walking away with a pleased smirk and her nose up. Liam watched her go, an amused grin on his own face.
Confessional Stall - Liam
"Courtney and I didn't even need to communicate for me to know she wanted me to throw Heather off the dock. I tell you, she's turning into a very ruthless woman. And it's great."
Once Chef made it back out of the water and recovered his gun, the hunt resumed with Heather, Izzy and Liam in tow.
The next camper was almost too easy to find–all they had to do was follow the trail of lanterns laid out along the ground. That led them to a rock on the ground slightly below the bonfire area. And standing behind that rock was Bridgette.
As Chef crept closer, he stopped at seeing a pack of skunks also there. Bridgette noticed them as well and went stiff. "Nice skunks… No need to be scared…" she said gently, backing away.
That pulled on the lantern rope wrapped around her ankle, which chose that moment to go taut. The wooden pole it was attached to was pulled over, where it hit the oil drum Chris stood behind during the marshmallow ceremonies. That drum was in turn knocked away, rolling down the sloped ground and falling off right next to the skunks. As it slammed down next to them with a loud clatter, the skunks responded the way they knew best: by spraying the most visible 'threat', Bridgette.
"Aaaah!" she screamed, eyes watering and nostrils burning at the stench.
Chef decided to pick up a stick and poke her shoulder with it rather than get close. She turned around to face him, and he felt a flicker of empathy. "Technically, I don't have to spray you, but…" he said trailing off.
But Bridgette shook her head. "Spray me! Please!" she begged. He nodded and gave the gun a full dozen pumps before firing, leaving Bridgette completely soaked through.
She smiled… and the smell returned and she slumped. "I hope Trent has some of that body spray left," she muttered.
After that incident, Chef was walking back to camp when he quite literally stepped on Gwen.
"Ow!" she shouted, jumping up and rubbing her ankle. Then she noticed Chef, who flashed her a grin. She sighed and hung her head in defeat.
Chef then returned to camp, and she followed him with the others. When he arrived, Chef stopped and licked a finger before holding it up. Wind direction determined, he then moved between the cabins and sniffed the air. He hummed. "I smell… cotton candy lip gloss," he remarked. He sniffed again, then turned in the direction of the girls' cabin. Once he was in front of the door, he began reaching for the door then stopped.
He shifted his weight from one foot, then the other, feeling how the wood under him creaked. Then he turned and walked halfway down the steps before raising one foot. He swiftly brought it back down, and was rewarded with a bang and an "Owie!"
Grinning, Chef dropped to one knee and looked under the steps, finding Lindsay lying there and rubbing her head. "That hurt!" she said, before looking up and freezing at the sight of him. "Um… I'm supposed to run now, right?"
Chef nodded, and she screamed before darting out from under the steps. However, she made it all of ten paces before Chef blasted her with water from behind. Nodding in satisfaction, he said "While I'm at it…" and pumped his gun again before firing directly on the steps to the boys' cabin. He repeated this with the lodge steps, and that time he heard Trent's voice call "Aw, man!" before the guitarist crawled into view.
"Just two to go!" Chef declared happily, and turned away from the camp towards the woods. Save for one, all the captured campers followed. Once he was in the forest, he checked the wind direction again and sniffed for any smells. He even tasted a handful of dirt, making most of the campers cringe in disgust. However, his efforts were rewarded with a single hair he found along the ground. A single green hair.
Five minutes later, with no help from the others, Chef made it to a cave and walked inside. A moment passed, then they heard Duncan say "Alright, you got me! Now let me go!"
He was carried out of the bear cave. Chef, who was holding him up by the back of his shirt, said "You gonna try to run for it if I do?"
The punk reluctantly shook his head, and only then did Chef release him. Looking around, Chef said "Now the only one left to find is–"
"Hey! I found Daphne!" they hear a voice call. Looking in the direction it came from, they saw Izzy and Daphne walking to them. The former was grinning while the latter had her arms crossed.
"Should have known you'd check our spot," Daphne muttered, pouting.
Chef nodded approvingly. "Well, at least one of y'all can find someone," he said.
That was when Chris came on the loudspeaker. "Okay, campers, the game is over. And immunity tonight goes to Izzy and Courtney!" he declared. "Time for all of you to pick someone else to send home."
At dinner that night, Duncan was continuing his trend of sitting at a different table from Courtney's group. This put him across the other table from Heather.
She leaned forward, getting his attention. "Owen getting eliminated last week was good; it brought the number of neutrals down to three. I think we should hit them while they're down and eliminate Lindsay. Sound good?" she asked.
Duncan was silent for a moment. Then, to her surprise, he nodded. "Sounds like a smart idea," he agreed. "I'm in."
Heather did her best to stop from looking victorious. Even so, she had a smile as she replied "Great. Then my alliance will vote for her too."
She then focused on eating, missing Duncan's smirk.
Confessional Stall - Duncan
"Heather might say that she just wants to vote for Lindsay to weaken the neutrals. But my alliance with Trent is already paying off, because he told me something he heard while hiding under the lodge: the real reason."
Earlier that day…
While Chef inspected the interior of the Lodge, he left Liam and Heather outside. As they sat on the steps, the redhead turned to her. "So… Courtney was wondering if you had decided who you were going to vote for," he began.
Heather hummed, looking over at him and she leaned back. "Possibly… Who have you guys decided on?"
He waved his hand. "We haven't. At the moment, we're trying to decide whether to vote for Duncan… or for you,"he claimed. "If you voted for Duncan as well, that would sway things."
The queen bee stared at him, before eventually snorting. "I can't tell if you're being bold or an idiot, making a threat like that," she stated.
Liam shrugged. "I only speak on Courtney's behalf. If you vote for Duncan, so will we."
"I see… But there is another option," she said. When Liam raised an eyebrow, she said "My side and Duncan can vote for Lindsay, Gwen or Trent."
"...That assumes you can convince him to vote for one of them. I've yet to see a time when Duncan argued with any of them." Liam pointed out.
"True. But consider: every alliance left has three people in it. You, Courtney and Bridgette; me, Izzy and Daphne; Trent, Gwen and Lindsay," Heather said.
Liam opened his mouth to ask how she was certain the neutrals had joined together, then thought better of it. "So… whoever manages to get Duncan has the most votes."
"Exactly. He won't side with you guys, he dislikes you and Courtney too much. And he might get along with Trent and Gwen… but if I can get him to vote for Lindsay, they'll go down to two. Then even he'll have to recognize that siding with them is a losing decision," Heather explained. Then she grinned. "So you see, I don't need to vote with you all anymore. I have everything I need to take over. So you can consider our cease-fire effectively over. "
Liam stared at her. "...And that's the response I can take back to Courtney?" he asked warningly.
"Nothing would satisfy me more," Heather said. "I'd love to see her fume as I take the lead in this game."
Duncan crossed his arms. "Trying to make me dependent on her by weakening the other side? Not a bad plan, Heather. But I won't be reliant on anyone again. So Trent and I agreed: That chick is going down," he finished, slamming a fist into his palm.
At the bonfire pit that night, Chris had one seat moved at least ten feet from the others. That seat went to Bridgette; unfortunately, Trent had used all the body spray to get rid of his own odor, leaving her to smell like skunk. Even with the additional distance, however, it was still potent enough for the others to use one hand to cover their noses.
"Well, campers, all of you made it into the top ten," Chris began. "But my plate has only nine marshmallows, as only nine of you may proceed. One of you will be going home and cannot return." When the teens gave him doubtful looks, he added "For real this time."
"Bridgette…" She nodded and collected her marshmallow, having expected it.
"Gwen…" The goth accepted her marshmallow before casting a curious look in Heather's direction.
"Daphne…" She grinned and caught in her marshmallow with her free hand.
"Izzy…" Not having cared about the smell, she used both hands to catch hers.
"Courtney…" She took her marshmallow and bit into it, smiling at the taste of victory.
"Trent…" He took his and moved to stand next to Gwen, both of them smiling at each other.
"Liam…" He caught the marshmallow and stood behind Courtney, looking at the remaining three with an expectant expression.
"Next marshmallow goes to… Lindsay." While the blonde cheered and grabbed a marshmallow, Heather stood straight, her previous confidence gone.
"And the final camper to stay is…"
…
…
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"Heather."
The queen bee sighed and walked over for her marshmallow. Duncan, meanwhile, yelled "What!" and jumped to his feet. "That is bull, man! I know for a fact that at least four of us voted for her, including me!" he said, pointing at Heather.
Her eyes widened. "Excuse me?" she demanded. "You said you'd vote for Lindsay!"
He crossed his arms. "And you expected me to play along with your little scheme to make me stay on your side?" he asked, making her tense. "Yeah, I heard about it. But more importantly…" he said, turning back to Chris. "I want to know who voted for me!"
Chris frowned. "I am not required to tell you how the votes turned out other than who lost," he said frankly. "In fact…" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of papers–the voting slips. Chris then turned and tossed them in the bonfire, where they quickly went up in flames.
Duncan glared at Chris. "Well, you're gonna have to put me on that Boat yourselves, 'cause I do not accept this garbage," he declared.
"That can be arranged," Chris said, and snapped his fingers.
Chef walked into view behind Duncan, grabbing him by the arms and lifting him up. To his credit, the punk didn't try to struggle as he was carried down the Dock of Shame and tossed onto the Loser Boat. Chef then climbed in after him, heading for the front.
As he stood, Duncan dusted himself off. "I swear, I'm gonna find out how I got booted off. And if someone is responsible, I'm gonna make them pay."
Those words lingered even as the Boat started and carried him away, making one or more campers appear slightly nervous.
Like with the Cody vote, I'm keeping this one under wraps for the moment. It will be revealed when/if a certain other camper is eliminated, however. And although he didn't win, Duncan went out without being anyone's pawn, just like he wanted.
Eliminated:
1. Beth, the Wannabe
2. Noah, the Know-It-All
3. Duncan, the Delinquent
4. Eva, the Female Bully
5. Sadie, the Sweet Girl's Friend
6. Geoff, the Party Guy
Teams are reorganized.
7. Katie, the Sweet Girl
8. Izzy, the Psycho Hose Beast
9. Ezekiel, the Home-Schooled Guy
10. Cody, the Geek
11. Tyler, the Jock
12. DJ, the Brickhouse with Heart
13. Justin, the Eye Candy
14. Leshawna, the Sister with 'Tude
Teams are dissolved, Duncan and Izzy return.
15. Harold, the Dweeb
16. Owen, the Fun-Loving Dude
17. Duncan, the Delinquent