Hello! Toxicistoblame here with another chapter of RTDWTC! Last time, Cody and the others went and partook in the second part of the challenge. In the end, Team Amazon won, and Team Victorious Champs had to vote someone off. DJ was eliminated, much to the dismay of his friend Tyler. This time however, the seventeen remaining contestants will be arriving in Japan.
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Chapter IV: Shitty Experience In Japan
Team Amazon: Cody, Courtney, Dawn, Ezekiel, Gwen, Heather.
Team Legendary: Alejandro, Eva, Izzy, Noah, Owen, Trent.
Team Victorious Champs: Bridgette, Harold, Leshawna, Lindsay, Tyler.
Episode III: Super Crazy Happy Fun Time Japan
First Class, Jumbo Jet, Heading to Japan…
I woke up at around 6:45, brushed my teeth and went to the Dining Area of the plane. It was bread and butter for breakfast. Yeah… not the best…
However, it was better than starving and starving, and eventually dying. To be honest, I'm already missing being in First Class, because me and my team had a bunch of cookies and KitKats, and it. was. HEAVEN!
You may or may not already know that, but chocolate and candy are MY FAVORITES! Me and candy go more well together than peanut butter and jelly on a sandwich. Like, it was so damn good!
Anyways, enough of the chocolate and candy talk. I sipped on a cup of tea that I had snagged on my way here. Most of the people on my team were still sleeping, while only Heather had just gotten up.
As I was going to talk to Heather, I realized that this was the perfect time to look around and try to memorize the layout of the plane. Maybe some changes had been made from last time around. I'll talk to her after this is over.
Here's what I observed: At the very front of the plane was the cockpit. Behind that was the First Class compartment. That section of the plane also contained Chris's quarters and the First Class bathroom. Behind them at the center of the plane was the Common Area, which was where food was usually served. Further back of this was the Economy Class compartment. Loser Class actually had two bathrooms, and only one of them had a camera in them, which I found interesting. I would have to keep this in mind. Behind Economy, at the very back of the plane, was the Elimination Area.
So the jet layout was like:
Elimination Area — Economy Class — Common Area — First Class — Cockpit.
That was pretty cool.
Now that that was done, I used this opportunity to talk to Heather and make sure that I get my message across.
I went up to Heather and spoke, "Heather, we need to talk,"
There were a few seconds of silence. She was just ignoring me.
"Heather, I said we need to-"
"SHUT UP!" Heather snapped at me.
"B-But-"
'I said shut up! I don't want to talk!" Heather looked the other way.
All I could do was frown a bit, looking at the floor. This also woke up Ezekiel and Gwen.
"What's going on, eh?" Zeke asked.
"Why the screaming?" Gwen asked.
"Mind your own business you two, especially you, Gwen," Heather then glared at the goth, "You were hanging around Cody and STOLE him away from me!"
Gwen then snapped back, "You were just jealous that he was helping me with my struggles following me and Trent breaking up! He was just helping me, and then you broke up with him because of it! You should be ashamed of yourself!"
Heather scoffed, "Oh, please. You were trying to have him all to yourself!"
Gwen said, "No, I wasn't!"
Heather replied, "Yeah, you were,"
"No,"
"Yes,"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"NO!"
"YES!"
I was getting tired of this shit, so I screamed at the top of my lungs, "SHUT THE HELL UP! BOTH OF YOU!"
This got the two girls to be quiet.
I panted, "All I just want… All I want is to get along with everyone! Not the opposite! I'm tired of the damn fighting! I've been suffering from all of the people who hate me! Heather, Trent, the new guy, and so on and so on. I'M JUST TIRED OF THE FUCKING FIGHTING!" I then pointed to Heather, "All I did was try to get along with you again… and YOU… you better get your act together, or I'll change my mind about trying to reconcile our differences and not talk to you again! I tried my best to get onto this season to at least patch up the hatred I've got on me, and now I may not consider that and quit the game," I shot two fingers back and forth, "Mark. my. words,"
I then stormed off to the Dining Area.
Confessionals
Cody - "I'm fucking tired of this! All they've been doing these past 5 or so days have been bickering about that shit! I'm honestly glad that we're almost in Japan, I'm getting tired of this bullshit!"
Gwen - "I feel bad. Not really for Heather, but for Cody! All he's heard for the past week was me and her arguing! It's not even like I want to, it's just that she won't stop targeting me about that 'I stole her little sweetheart', when he was only there to comfort me! It's her fault that she basically broke up with him and I happened to catch feelings after! She did this to herself,"
Heather - "I feel like I'm starting to think that I may be in the wrong here. And that's rare for me to think that way, but still! I think I've hurt Cody…"
End of Confessionals
I sat down at the Dining Area, reading a book that was in my luggage. I haven't read this thing in forever!
It was called, 'The Great Gatsby" by F. Scott Fitzgerald. I began to read where I left off last time.
"About halfway between West Egg and New York the motor road hastily joins the railroad and runs beside it for a quarter of a mile, so as to shrink away from a certain desolate area of land. This is a valley of ashes—a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and, finally, with a transcendent effort, of ash-grey men, who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air. Occasionally a line of grey cars crawls along an invisible track, gives out a ghastly creak, and comes to rest, and immediately the ash-grey men swarm up with leaden spades and stir up an impenetrable cloud, which screens their obscure operations from your sight,"
"But above the grey land and the spasms of bleak dust which drift endlessly over it, you perceive, after a moment, the eyes of Doctor T. J. Eckleburg. The eyes of Doctor T. J. Eckleburg are blue and gigantic—their retinas are one yard high. They look out of no face, but, instead, from a pair of enormous yellow spectacles which pass over a nonexistent nose. Evidently some wild wag of an oculist set them there to fatten his practice in the borough of Queens, and then sank down himself into eternal blindness, or forgot them and moved away. But his eyes, dimmed a little by many paintless days, under sun and rain, brood on over the solemn dumping ground,"
"The valley of ashes is bounded on one side by a small foul river, and, when the drawbridge is up to let barges through, the passengers on waiting trains can stare at the dismal scene for as long as half an hour. There is always a halt there of at least a minute, and it was because of this that I first met Tom Buchanan's mistress,"
"The fact that he had one was insisted upon wherever he was known. His acquaintances resented the fact that he turned up in popular cafés with her and, leaving her at a table, sauntered about, chatting with whomsoever he knew. Though I was curious to see her, I had no desire to meet her—but I did. I went up to New York with Tom on the train one afternoon, and when we stopped by the ash-heaps he jumped to his feet and, taking hold of my elbow, literally forced me from the car," [1]
I was then interrupted by Noah, "Oh, are you reading 'The Great Gatsby'?! I love that book!"
"Yes sir! Though, I haven't read this thing in months… I forgot that thing was in there," I replied to the bookworm.
"I see, you're on chapter 2, right?" He asked me.
"How did you know?"
"Because I've read it like 4-5 times already, so I can recognise the whole book, or at least most of it," Noah told me.
"Man, you really do love books!" I told him, slightly chuckling.
"Yea, I really do. I'm glad someone else here, besides Mr. Harold-pedia, likes books just like me!"
"Though, I wish that you were on your team," I tilted my head slightly downwards.
"It's fine! Don't worry about it! I'm sure I'll be able to at least make it to the merge!" Noah said. Without me trying to fix how he gets eliminated in London, he probably would get eliminated there, too. I really need to stop that latino…
"Yea, I believe you can do it!" I reply back to the bookworm.
"Anyways, I'll have to get back to the Economy Class, if I stay here for too long, Izzy and Owen might get worried, so bye!" Noah waved at me, walking away.
"Bye, Noah," I waved back. Hey, at least I got to talk to Noah again!
I went back inside First Class. It was about 8:30 AM.
Truth be told, we were so steadfast in our quest for money, so fueled by greed, that we never realized that the real enemies were the ones in charge of this whole operation: the directors, the producers, the creators, the networks, the host, and to a lesser extent, his grumbling sidekick.
All of us competitors were continually beating ourselves up for the enjoyment of others, all while the people that put us in this position could profit from our misery. We put up with all of this nonsense for what? Stardom? Fortune? Give me a break. Fame is fleeting. What was in one day was out the next. We knew that, but we continued to delude ourselves with false illusions of grandeur.
If we were looking for the guilty, we need only look into a mirror. It was all our fault. We were the ones that had signed the contract and sealed our fate. If only I knew that signing it meant resigning myself to certain doom, I would have never signed those bloody documents in the first place. Sure, I had made some friends, but also far more enemies that I didn't think was worth it.
I could hear the commotion in the Economy Class. I peeked in there and listened to what was going on.
The wooden 'door' came clean off its hinges and right off the plane. Oh shit, that ain't good.
"… This one for example!"
Then again, on a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero. We had just lost cabin pressure.
They began to scream. The cold winds whipped around them, trying to draw them out of the plane like a vacuum. Owen's seatbelt began to rip. It was a drop of about 35,000 feet from here to the ground, and no one wanted to endure that.
The atmospheric pressure was pulling objects out of Economy Class, and it tried to take them along with them. Leshawna held on to the bench. She didn't want to be sucked into the atmospheric vortex but was losing her grip.
"This is not the way Leshawna is leaving this world!" The girl screamed.
She was forced to let go, but someone grabbed her hand and pulled her to safety. That 'someone' was none other than the womanizer, Alejandro Burromuerto.
"Such beauty will not fall through giant airplane holes on my watch!" Alejandro said, holding Leshawna close with his free hand.
After a while, the pressure went back to normal and the plane stabilized. The Spanish Casanova was still holding Harold's girlfriend in his arms.
"You can put me down now," Leshawna said, "I mean if you wanted. Or not. Your choice, because this is nice," She snuggled up to him.
I heard a beep from the overhead, which could only mean that Chris was going to speak through the loudspeaker from the intercom.
"This is your captain speaking!" Yep, I was correct.
"It's time for everyone to join me in the Common Area, and I do mean everyone," He said. Welp, time to go.
We all went to the Dining Area in the middle of the plane. Chris was waiting for everyone to gather and settle down before he talked.
"Chris, you need to fix that door back in Economy Class. We nearly died back there!" Bridgette said.
"Yes, I am aware of that, Bridgette, and am currently working on a solution," Chris said.
This calmed us down a little.
"Welcome to today's challenge!" Chris said. "It's-"
"Is it a reward or elimination challenge?" Harold asked, interrupting the host and getting on his nerves.
"Good question, Harold, and… like I'm gonna tell you!"
"Two of us got booted out last time, so today has 'reward' written all over it," Tyler whispered to Harold.
"I could use a reward!" Lindsay said, "Oh, I hope it's candy! Or a whole bunch of shoes! Or shoes made of candy!"
"I hope you all bought your giant radioactive monster repellant, because we are about to land in… Japan!" Chris announced.
Harold was the first to react, letting out a cry of delight and pumping his fists in excitement. He could barely control his jubilation.
"We're going to Japan!" The nerd exclaimed, "I've wanted to go here all my gosh-darn life! This is great!"
"So, are you guys ready for so-"
Harold cut him off, "Japan, officially the Empire of Japan, is an island country in East Asia. Located in the Pacific Ocean off the northeast coast of the Asian mainland, it is bordered on the west by the Sea of Japan and extends from the Sea of Okhotsk in the north to the East China Sea in the south. The Japanese archipelago consists of four major islands—Hokkaido, Honshu, Shikoku, and Kyushu—and thousands of smaller islands, covering 377,975 square kilometers (145,937 sq mi),"
Chris got annoyed, "Will you please sh-"
However, Harold rambled on, "The capital of Japan and its largest city is Tokyo; the Greater Tokyo Area is the largest metropolitan area in the world. Japan is divided into 47 administrative prefectures and eight traditional regions. About three-quarters of the country's terrain is mountainous and heavily forested, concentrating its agriculture and highly urbanized population along its eastern coastal plains. The country sits on the Pacific Ring of Fire, making its islands prone to destructive earthquakes and tsunamis,"
"That's enough, Harold-"
But he went on, "The first known habitation of the archipelago dates to the Upper Paleolithic, with the beginning of the Japanese Paleolithic dating to c.36,000 BC. Between the fourth and sixth centuries, its kingdoms were united under an emperor in Nara, and later Heian-kyō. From the 12th century, actual power was held by military dictators (shōgun) and feudal lords (daimyō), and enforced by warrior nobility (samurai). After rule by the Kamakura and Ashikaga shogunates and a century of warring states, Japan was unified in 1600 by the Tokugawa shogunate, which implemented an isolationist foreign policy. In 1853, a United States fleet forced Japan to open trade to the West, which led to the end of the shogunate and the restoration of imperial power in 1868. In the Meiji period, Japan pursued rapid industrialization and modernization, as well as militarism and overseas colonization,"
"Harold…"
And on, "Japan is a constitutional monarchy with a bicameral legislature, the National Diet. A great power and the only Asian member of the G7, Japan has constitutionally renounced its right to declare war, but maintains one of the world's strongest militaries. A developed country with one of the world's largest economies by nominal GDP, Japan is a global leader in the automotive, robotics, and electronics industries, and has made significant contributions to science and technology. It has one of the world's highest life expectancies, though it is undergoing a population decline. Japan's culture is well known around the world, including its art, cuisine, film, music, and popular culture, which includes prominent animation, comics, and video game industries," That totally didn't sound like it was plagiarized from Wikipedia.
"THAT'S ENOUGH, HAROLD! If you say another word, I'll personally eliminate you!" The host yelled at the nerd.
"Whatever, GOSH!" Harold replied.
"Wow, someone's butthurt," Noah remarked, earning himself numerous laughs from the cast.
"Be quiet! Enough stalling the challenge! Let. me. Explain!" Chris grabbed the megaphone.
"So, are you guys ready for some Super Happy Crazy Fun time in Japan!?" Chris asked us excitedly.
Heather just rolled her eyes, "Has anyone recognized the difficulty we'll have going to other countries? Who here can speak Japanese?"
I raised my hand, and Harold, Izzy, Noah, Gwen, and Alejandro did as well. Heather sank into her chair, defeated for the time being.
"We're going to the home of Konami!" I said with excitement, "They created a crapton of the video games I like!"
"Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A!" Me and Harold said together. Then we both high-fived each other, "Yeah!"
"Nerds," Courtney said under her breath.
All Egypt had to offer us was a not-so-grand land of bland sand glands. Visiting a bustling city was sure to spice things up.
"Yes!" Harold was having a nerdgasm. "We can visit sushi restaurants, and attend Comiket, and go to a Shinto Shrine, and look at Nintendo Headquarters, and-"
"Oh, I'm sorry to let you down, Harold, but we are not going to let you trouble-making teenagers run amuck foreign countries and possibly get Canada involved in an international scandal," Chris said, "There's no way I'm leaving you guys unsupervised like we did back in Egypt."
The nerd sighed in regret and slumped down in a chair. The host took pleasure in this torment; there was no doubt about that.
"Anyways, Chef wanted to dress for the occasion. Oh, Chef! You can come out now!" Chris called.
A door opened to reveal the warrior-cook-pilot dressed in an orange robe, and carrying a bō staff in his mouth. It looked badass, but Harold wasn't impressed.
"Gosh, you guys! That's totally a Chinese outfit!" The nerd complained.
Harold Dynamite's annoyance wasn't unfounded. Chef Hatchet was dressed up like a Shaolin Monk, which was funny in and of itself because Chef had anything but a monk's peacefulness. The thing was, Shaolin Monks originated from China, not Japan. It's remarkable how often those two places get mixed up.
"Thank you, Harold." Chris said dismissively. "Now remember, anyone who doesn't sing-"
"It's just… you really think you'd work harder to get it right." Harold persisted.
Now, with that being said, the nerd should've kept in mind who he was addressing and kept his mouth in check. I was pretty upset too, but I knew arguing to Chris about it wouldn't do jack.
"Harold!" Chris was pissed off now, "Anyone who doesn't sing is immediately disqualified," The host reminded us.
"Shut up, Harold," Courtney whispered. Of course, the freckled dude did just the opposite.
"Your cultural insensitivity is just… gosh! I mean, gosh!"
The host was angry, and Chef had a mischievous glint in his eyes. Chef Hatchet looked to Chris, who turned to Chef and nodded at him in confirmation. Chef nodded back. Chris nodded at Chef again.
The mighty Chef took a mighty swing and sliced at the not-so-mighty door on the plane's side. The door creaked, making everyone nervous.
Uh oh. That's not good.
"Um," Said a very scared Owen, "They make those doors really well, don't they?"
"Of course, they do, big guy," Noah replied. Long story short, no they don't.
The door split into three parts and fell out of the plane, and the air pressure of the plane dropped for the second time in a couple of minutes thanks to yet another gaping hole.
So once again, the cold air whipped around us, trying to draw us out of the plane like a vacuum. The only difference was that some of us weren't as lucky this time around and got tossed out of the plane like leaves flying in the wind.
It was even stronger this time. I could feel it tugging at me.
No! I would rather die another day!
My fingers were slipping and my grip was loosening.
One by one, all of us were sucked out of the plane, flailing and kicking and screaming. We desperately tried to hold on to something to avoid fate, but no one was strong enough, not even Alejandro or Owen. Abject terror was the last thing that went through my mind as I let go.
We were hurtling towards the ground at breakneck speed. Who the hell knows what fate awaited us at the bottom.
The teenagers around me were all in varying degrees of panic. It was like we had all been chosen to take the Drop of Shame.
One doesn't know what true fear is until they're falling through the sky without anything to slow them down.
Besides me, sixteen other people plummeted through the sky alongside me, screaming in horror. I realized that of us all, only Alejandro was as calm as a monk.
All of us were constantly accelerating until we reached terminal velocity.
"Woohoo! This is fun! Yeah!" Izzy cheered as she danced around in the air.
"So, I guess this is the end," Courtney wailed, "We're all going to die from this… this is all your fault, Harold!"
"Yeah, you just had to provoke Chef. Couldn't just let the guy enjoy his cosplay, could you!?" Heather shouted.
"Way to go, butt face!" Trent chimed in.
However, Harold was too busy mumbling about how stupid Chris was and the countless inconsistencies that the show had overlooked.
"In case you haven't noticed, string bean, we're falling to our deaths!" Leshawna shouted at him.
"Well, there is still a minute chance we will survive," Harold told her.
"You see, according to Einstein's theory of relativity, despite the fact that we're at a very high rate of speed, if we hit the ground at the optimum angle, taking gravity, our combined mass, and the atmosphere into account, the centrifugal force and the Earth's rotation could actually be enough to-"
He was blabbering about physics and I tuned him out.
"We're all gonna die!" Owen was shrieking, "Die from falling to our deaths and impacting on the surface! Mommy!"
*Ding ding*
"Seriously? I mean, seriously?" I asked incredulously.
Why did that bell always have to ring at the worst possible moment? I mean here we were falling to our deaths and this schmuck expects us to break out into song!?
"Sing, and I might think about saving your musical buttocks!" Chris shouted through a megaphone from the door of the plane, "Maybe you'll try harder next time, eh!?"
"Hey! That's my line!" Zeke yelled.
Courtney started us off with the singing, "We're singing as we're falling!"
"While some are cannon-balling!" Heather sang.
Ugh. This was seriously messed up.
I swear Cartoon Network was going to make some sort of computer game involving us falling out of a plane or something.
"We might just go ka-blooey!" Noah sang with Owen.
"Get smushed and be ka-chewy!" Tyler and Harold continued.
"Except there's tons we want to to do before we diiiiiiiie!" We all sang together.
The song then shifted to things we'd like to do before we died.
"Meet Stephen Hawking!" Was what I said.
"Making friends with nature," Dawn sang.
"But first, we must cease dropping. Our goal here would be stopping!" I sang.
At this point, we each held someone's hands and formed a circle, all except for Owen, who was in the center. Bridgette and Harold's hands were the ones I grabbed. Then, at last, came the conclusion, which we all sang together.
"Because there's still so much to do before we die! Yeah, we said it! There's still so much to do, there's still so much to do, there's still so much to do before we die! Yeah!"
"Well, if we're going to go, we might as well all go together," Trent said.
"We've really been falling for an abnormally long amount of time!" Courtney noted.
At last, we saw the ground.
… Oh, crap, crud, crap frickn' crappity crap! FFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUU!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" PLOP!
What the haystack? Contrary to popular opinion, we weren't dead. We had landed in a giant bowl of cooked rice. What are the odds? We were safe but were all in utter shock at our near-death experience.
Well, almost all of us. Harold burst up, "JAPAN! YES! I know everything about this place!"
"What you know just sent us freefalling out of a plane!" Leshawna scolded.
Holy shit! I couldn't believe it. By lottery winning odds, we had all miraculously survived with merely a scratch.
We had arrived in the Land of the Rising Sun. Long gone were the sandy dunes of Egypt. It was a welcome change in scenery.
Unfortunately, there weren't a bunch of geisha girls there to welcome us by singing 'Welcome to Tokyo' in J-Pop.
Alejandro began to flirt with Leshawna in Japanese, which irked Harold a bit. However, the nerd was too captivated by the dazzle and awe of Tokyo to react. Chris and Chef came up to us. Both of them were clapping.
"What an entrance! Falling from the sky into a giant bowl of rice! Way to promote the show, guys!" Chris said.
"Ugh. Buzz off," Heather said.
Unfortunately for us all, Chris chose not to buzz off.
I felt someone put their arm on my shoulder, "You stole my girlfriend. Prepare to pay," I heard a voice whisper chillingly in my ear. That was Trent's voice!
I just glared and scoffed at him, "Oh please, she dumped you because of the nine addiction, get over it already," I lightly shoved him out of my area and gathered around my team, hearing Trent mumble under his breath, though I couldn't hear what he said though.
Then a bunch of security guards marched towards us, cutting off all exits. We were surrounded! The uniforms and badges they were wearing told us that they were from the Tokyo Police Department.
"Um… are we in trouble?" Tyler asked, whimpering.
"You'll never take me alive!" Izzy screamed. Oh yea, I think she said that when she got eliminated in Island. Kind of a throwback, huh?
"What'd you do this time, Chris?" Gwen asked the host.
"Nothing! These guys are here to escort us," Chris said. Damn! I wonder how many strings Chris had to pull to get the freaking Japanese law enforcement on our side.
"Do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth?" Chris asked one of the guards.
"Um, Chris, they know English," Chef whispered to him.
"Oh. Sorry for the misunderstanding. Now, which one of you is the Head of Security?"
One member of the police force stepped forward. Chris told him something, and they all began to lead us somewhere. We all followed behind Chris and the police, gazing at Japan.
I got really excited! Well, I was excited the first time around, too! ""Ladies and gentlemen, we are walking in the birthplace of Pokémon!" I said, my eyes beaming.
"Ugh," Heather scoffed, "Who cares about some lame Pokemons?"
"It's not 'Pokemons', it's 'Pokémon'. GOSH!" Me and Harold both corrected at the same time, well, only Harold said the "gosh!" part.
We were walking towards a big building. I noticed that the host didn't even let anyone from the camera crew join us. Wow. How tight can you get?
"Japan: One of the only Asian countries where baseball's actually popular," Tyler said.
Duly noted, Tyler.
"Psst," I whispered to Gwen. "Baseball is the one with the stumps, gloves, and the net, right?"
She just chuckled in return.
"What?"
"Nothing. It's just that I love how you're pretty much an expert on everything yet so clueless when it comes to sports," The Goth said.
I heard a lot of whooping and hollering. Turning to where the noise was coming from, I saw that a huge crowd had swarmed around the area we were about to enter. The policemen formed a circle around us. As soon as we entered, the crazy fans were upon us.
I saw two Japanese girls holding a blowup doll of me. The females were both kissing either cheek of the tube doll's face. I was rather amused by this. Gwen wasn't. One of them chanted, "Cody! My favorite!" and the other one was like, "Yea! He is reallyyyyyy cute!"
I turned to Gwen, who was irritated at the fact that they were basically going crazy over me. I guess Gwen really does love me.
Though it took longer than expected, we reached the building. Upon entering, we realized it was a game show studio.
We all gathered with the members of our team, and Chris talked, "Okay. Your first challenge is inside a Japanese game show studio. Bow down before Super Human Mega Pinball Smash!"
"Super Robot Monkey Team Hyperforce Go?" Lindsay asked, who was confused.
"Oh, so that's what that huge pinball board is for," Gwen said, bringing to our attention the huge pinball board which had somehow gone unnoticed up till now.
"I love Japanese game shows!" Tyler said.
"Sweet!" Harold said as the two high-fived. I guess these two are still close to each other, even after Island.
"My favorite is 'Human Itchy My Car Go-Go'," Harold said, "Where you have to throw a banana into a car window using a-"
"Giant shrimp fork!" Tyler finished.
Meh. Nothing beats 'Takeshi's Castle' in my opinion.
*BONG!*
Chris banged the giant gong next to him, "Oh look. My own personal geek-gong!"
"Okay. It's time to d-d-d-d-d-d-d-duel!" Chris said, "Here are the rules of Human Pinball,"
"First off, each team is going to have a giant ball to play with," Me, Harold, and Tyler guffawed at this, trying to suppress our childish desire to giggle, but let out a few hoots, and got glares from disapproving females. Lindsay didn't get it.
Chris continued, "All of the big balls are going to be whacked into the game by this long hard stick,"
Chris patted the giant, spring-loaded stick for starting the game as some of the boys (including me), started giggling openly. What can I say? I have a dirty mind, even the second time. I've never grown out of it completely.
Even a couple of the girls started to snicker as Chris carried on above the commotion. "Now, you'll want to bounce your large balls around as much as possible to score, but you don't want to go into the hole at the bottom. It's very bad when one of your balls goes into the hole because you cannot remove the ball from the hole and get it back," Chris said.
Phrasing!
That did it. All those trying their best not to laugh were doubling over with not-at-all-suppressed laughter. Except for Lindsay, who thought there must be a joke someone told that she missed.
Oh, my sides!
"I don't get it." Lindsay said.
"Every sentence you just told us could be a 'that's what she said'." I blurted out in between chuckles.
Now I know why studios always change the word 'ball' to something else whenever an anime is dubbed in English.
Chris just rolled his eyes, "You dumb kids and your juvenile sense of humor,"
"Scores will be calculated here," Chris said. He pointed to a board with three rows of five placeholder slots for digits on it, one row for each team.
"Okay. I need one volunteer from each team to climb into the ba-object!" Chris said, quickly correcting himself.
"Most points win, and I have a special local surprise for each of you to share your little spherical paradise with, so, teams, select a guy or gal. Victorious Champs?" Chris said, "By the way, this is your pinball buddy," He held up a fuzzy baby panda for Tyler.
"H-Hey! I didn't want to do it!" Tyler whined.
"Aw, well that's too bad," the host said with no care, pushing him and the panda inside the ball, "Have fun!"
We could hear Tyler say, "Oh, uh, heh. Good panda, you're really- uh- AHHHHHHH!" Tyler screamed as the panda began clawing on Tyler, causing them to both fight each other.
"Wait a minute! Pandas come from China!" Harold said, crossing his arms, "I thought you said we were getting a 'local surprise'! Just why do you have panda cubs in Jap-?"
An aggravated Courtney smacked him upside the head, "The last time you complained about that, you almost got us all killed, so shut the fuck up!" The CIT yelled at the nerd.
In the end, I volunteered for my team and Alejandro volunteered for his team.
Chris repeated the rules to us, "Your teammates are going to beat you around the gameboard, scoring points by bumping you off spinners, bumpers, and posts. The team with the most points wins an advantage in the second part of the challenge!"
Chris called us over, signaling the end of our strategy session. The chosen ones all got into the giant hamster-balls. The preliminary challenge was about to begin. Our ball was pink, Team Legendary's was blue, and Team Victorious Champs' was yellow.
Aw, why did we have to get the pink balls?
"It's Human Pinball time!" Chris said. "Three… two… one… Let it rip!" Chef pulled back the plunger, and the three balls with their six passengers were launched into the gameboard.
Our team tried their very best to win the challenge, but…
Alejandro came out of his ball and was greeted with cheers by his team. He promptly thanked his Japanese Hare pal before returning it to its box home.
"With a score of 462,000, Team Legendary takes the Super Human Mega Pinball Smash!" Chris announced. "They also win a leg up in the next Japanese challenge,"
DAMN! They won by a couple of hundred thousand points. Team Victorious Champs came in second with 92,000 points, whilst we came in last with 64,000 points.
I fell down to my knees in defeat, "I'm so sorry about that, team…"
Gwen kneeled down and gave me a kiss on the forehead, "It's ok, Cody. You did your best!"
Dawn agreed, "Yeah! You really did great even though we were in last,"
Zeke then chimed in, "Don't sweat it, eh! After all, the way you were treating that Amami rabbit was too adorable!"
Oh yeah, I was holding it around in the ball. It was a cute little critter.
A little while later…
Tokyo is the heart and soul of Japan. It was rich in culture, had a good standard of living, the inhabitants were friendly people, and it also had neat futuristic gizmos including the Shinkansen Bullet Train, which was one of the fastest trains in the world.
Unfortunately, we weren't able to experience much of this amazing bliss as we were too busy slaving away doing whatever the hell Chris had ordered us to. Right now, Chris had ordered us to sit our butts down and wait for him to get back.
"That was awesome!" Izzy said, referring to the Pinball challenge, "Can we do it again?"
"Wow. I can't believe Izzy actually enjoyed being a human pinball," Noah said to Eva.
"Yeah, but she's crazy so she gets a Psycho-Pass," The athletic girl said.
Courtney, Gwen and Heather were arguing, "You losers cost us the game!" Heather shrieked at her team as Chef called some interns over to clean up the vomit.
"Forget this. I don't need to hear your whining. If anyone needs me, I'll be busy writing Chris's Death Note," Gwen said, heading off to a corner with her diary.
What the fuck is taking Chris so damn long?!
Oh well, speaking of the devil. At that point, Chris returned from whatever the heck he was doing.
"I know you guys are happy to see me!" He said cheerfully to all of us.
"Uh, no. No we didn't," Noah rolled his eyes.
"Where were you?" Gwen asked the host.
"Uh… I had some urgent business to tend to. I totally wasn't jacking off or anything, I swear!"
"Uh, what the fuck?!" We all said in unison.
"Alright, let's get a move on, shall we?" The host said, brushing it off, as if he never said anything, "Thankfully, the producers of Human Pinball were happy to oblige when we asked them if we could use their set for the day. Follow me!"
Chris walked up the steps to the second floor of the building.
"Please, take a seat." The host said.
We all watched a promo of season two. It happened to be a Japanese one at that.
Within a few minutes, the promo ended, "Ready for the next challenge? I hope you paid attention because you'll be writing, directing and producing your very own Japanese commercial!"
Oh, boy! Woohoo!
If you couldn't tell, that was sarcasm.
"Oh man!" Gwen moaned. "It's Total Drama Action all over again!"
"There's a brand new candy hitting the Japanese market. It's Chef's 'Total Drama Yum Yum Happy Go Time Candy Fish Tails'!" Chris told us, "I call this The Total Drama Yum Yum Time Candy Fish Tails Challenge… of Celebration Fun!"
"As props, you'll be allowed to use anything you can find in the Storage Area," Chris announced, "Since Team Legendary won the first challenge, they get to choose their props first,"
The members of Team Legendary high-fived each other.
"With Team Victorious Champs choosing second, and Team Amazon stuck with…whatever dregs are left…" Chris finished.
We groaned, while the opposing team were delighted.
"Remember, using the Total Drama Yum Yum Happy Go Time Candy Fish Tails, (or 'T-D-Y-Y-H-G-T-C-F-T' for short), as your product, you all have to make advertisements!" Chris announced.
Team Legendary got first dibs on whatever they wanted.
"You guys each get ten minutes to grab whatever you want." Chris said, "Team Legendary, go on in!"
Ten minutes later, Team Legendary came back with all their stuff. I swear I saw Trent flip me off. Man, he has changed! Like REALLY changed. He used to be so nice to me back in Island! What the hell went wrong?!
Team Victorious Champs went in second. Ten minutes later, they came with their stuff.
Harold was now dressed in samurai armor, complete with helmet, shoulder pads, and a very realistic looking scabbard complete with a sword inside.
"Samurais? Can you say 'lame'?" Heather taunted.
"The word 'samurai' is both singular and plural. There is no such word as 'samurais'. You are such a baka. GOSH!" Harold retorted.
Thanks to my unhealthy over-obsession with anime, I knew that Harold had only called Heather an idiot. The raven-hair didn't, however, and assumed much worse. Therefore, she kept her mouth shut.
"We intend to ride on The Bebop in First Class to our next location!" Harold said. His team went to the back and waited.
Finally, it was our turn to go in. It was basically just me, Zeke and Dawn doing the work, since Gwen, Courtney and Heather argued and stormed off. After a while, all three teams were ready to go and Chris gave us each a camcorder.
He told us the final pieces of information. "Now, there are three workrooms nearby numbered 'one', 'two', and 'three'. Legendary goes in 'one', Victorious in 'two', and Amazon in 'three'. You'll have five hours to finish your commercial. Any questions?"
A flurry of hands went up. However, like usual, he ignored them, "No questions? Very good! You may all begin!" Chris said. I don't know why he bothered asking if he wasn't going to answer them.
"Your time starts… now!"
It was time to get filming. Our team went into our designated room. The workspace was actually pretty spacious.
Like when we got to get our props, yet again Gwen, Heather and Courtney were arguing again.
"As a CIT, I should be the one who should be Team captain!" Courtney yelled at the goth and queen bee.
"Uh, no. Just because you were a CIT at one point doesn't make you my mom," Heather rolled her eyes, "What are you, 12?"
Courtney got offended by her statement, "Hey! You were the one acting like a bitch ever since the beginning of Action!"
Heather gave her a glare that could be considered one made by the devil, "What. Did. You. Say?!"
"Hey, hey! Let's all calm down! Nothing to get mad about! Let's focus on the challenge!" Gwen tried to calm the two down.
"Shut up, Gwen!" Courtney yelled.
"Yea, shut up, weird goth girl!" Heather glared at the goth. After this, they went back to arguing.
They continued to argue for about another minute or so, until they both stormed off.
"This is fucking bullshit. I-I need to go and calm down…" Gwen ran away.
"Wait, Gwen!" I spoke to her, but she had already left, nowhere to be seen.
"Cody?" The aura girl spoke to me.
"Oh, hey Dawn," I replied.
"Well, you go ahead and look for your girl, while me and Zeke will get started working on the film. Try to get Gwen and the others here quick! Okay?" Dawn requested.
"Okay, I'll go find Gwen!" I sprinted away before adding, "Good luck on the filming!"
As I left the room, I could hear Dawn say, "Take care!", albeit very faintly.
I left the room to see Gwen hunched over, and went over to her, "Hey,"
"Ugh. I just can't help it. I try so hard not to get involved, but they always drag me into their stupid bullcrap!" She said.
"It's okay. It's okay," I said, patting her back. Wow. Was today 'Comfort-a-girl Day' or something?
The Goth got up and hugged me. Oddly enough, we had only kissed up until now, but barely hugged, so it still felt unusual to me.
"Ever since this show started, all we've done is fight 24x7," Gwen told me, "We can't agree on anything! I just feel like socking them both, you know? I'm sick of all this drama!"
"Me too, but don't blame them. They're both products of Chris and his shenanigans. Direct your anger towards him," I said.
She sighed, "At least I have you,"
"… Yeah," I replied.
She let go. I knew Gwen's capacity. She could've easily kicked those girls' asses, but what good would that do?
"Well… thanks for comforting me I guess," the goth said, gazing her eyes upon me.
"Hey. That's what boyfriends do," I assured her. This wasn't teenage 'me' talking, no. This was the adult me. The one who had been battered and bruised and knew the horrors that would come.
"Well, we better go. We've got a challenge to do," I told my girlfriend.
When the filming was done, the seventeen teens were huddled in front of a giant TV screen, waiting to view an ad they had shot with their respective group members, and I was one of them.
The three teams were a cauldron of teenage angst, drama, frustration, and the usual norm that would make even an emo feel right at home. The majority of us were exhausted over the amount of effort we took to create our advertisements.
Tyler was very downcast. Harold was seriously worn out, looking like he had lost a wrestling match both physically and mentally. Gwen, Courtney, and Heather were all still infuriated, casting each other eye daggers every now and then. Izzy was rather excited and Owen looked like he had to pee.
Everyone was anxious for the judging to start. Chris, meanwhile, was busy setting up the TV and soaking up all the drama while at it.
"Chip, how much longer do we have to be in Jay-pay-nen?" Lindsay asked impatiently.
"We've been here for so long, I feel like I'm turning Japanese," Trent groaned.
Noah chuckled at this. The term 'turning Japanese' referred to the Asian facial features people get right before they climax when flogging the dolphin during a date with Palmela Handerson.
Japan was a pretty yucky and perverse country, though. Roaming in its dark underbellies, one could find vending machines that sell little girl underwear. It was a booming business, too. Guys in suits buying used girl panties. Gross! How is that okay? That's not okay.
Of course, they had also created 'hentai', and that's a subject that I do not wish to think about any further.
"We're done shooting, Owen. You can take the suit off," Eva told the loveable oaf.
"I got really sweaty and now it won't come off!" The big guy responded.
He wasn't the only one, though. Harold still had his samurai costume on as well. I guess he had gotten attached to it.
If anything, this challenge had taught us the value of editing and camerawork, and how difficult, yet crucial those two were.
"Alright," Chris spoke. This made us all turn our attention to him, which was just the way he liked it.
"Thanks to monitoring the cameras and angles around here, I have enough footage for a drama of the ages! All the fights, heartbreaks, and crybabies!" Chris exclaimed.
Several people flinched, and considered rushing the front to beat Chris McLean like… someone who deserves to be beaten.
However, none of us had the energy, and thus let it pass, afraid to endure whatever would come forth later should we succeed.
"Now that you're done filming, it's time to see if your artwork has paid off!" Chris announced, "Chef?" He instructed the ex-military officer to turn the TV on.
Chef Hatchet was clearly upset about not having professionals make his ad, grumbling as he begrudgingly turned on the television.
"First off, Team Legendary with… 'Monster Rampage'!"
"That was the best title you could do?" I heard Noah whisper to Alejandro.
"I was more worried about the actual film, pal. I'm really sorry for that, amigo," the latino told Noah.
Trent handed their videotape to Chris. On-screen, a giant Owen monster stomped through the city, roaring about how hungry he was. Buildings fell, cars were crushed, trees were snapped, and a countless amount of Starbucks were destroyed.
"Monster noises!" Owen yelled as he caused destruction.
The other five members of Team Legendary stood in the street. Each of them uttered a line.
"Oh no! It's a giant spider monster!" Trent yelled.
You don't say, Sherlock?
"He's destroying the whole town!" Eva shouted.
Again, you don't say?
"Think of the children," Noah said, which sounded like it was half-sarcastically, half-seriously.
"We can use this to stop him!" Alejandro said, pulling out a bag of Fish Tails.
He dug his hand into the bag and took out a treat. He then tossed a snack right into Owen's mouth and the monster suddenly stopped thrashing about and crushing helpless parking meters.
"Oh, delicious!" Owen exclaimed.
The screen then showed a yellow background with the five of their heads singing about the candy with Owen dancing in the middle.
"Total Drama Yum Yum Happy Go Time!" They all sang in a glitzy tune, "Candy Fish Tails! Doh-no-no-no-no! Total Drama Yum Yum Happy Go Time! Tastes so good! Wash your face!"
Finally, a large bag of the product was superimposed on the screen.
Roll credits.
Wow. Not bad." Chris said. "Bravo!" I couldn't tell if he was being genuine or sarcastic.
"Awesome!" Lindsay said, clapping.
"That was pretty decent." Harold admitted, "True to Japanese monster movies. Wow…"
Everyone was about to voice their own opinions when Chris loudly cleared his throat.
"Quiet in the theater! We're screening the second one now! Next up, Team Victorious Champs with 'A Samurai's Lament',"
"It mixes Akira Kurosawa's pathos with Hayao Miyazaki's sense of wonder," Harold said, handing Chris the video of his team's commercial.
"Yeah, yeah," Chris said, taking the disc and inserting it into the movie player.
Team Victorious had shot their commercial in black-and-white. The cinematography showed a dreary landscape. The music was somber and bleak. Samurai Harold was riding a horse slowly through the muddy passageway.
"Great samurai!" Lindsay said, bowing before him.
"Please! Do you have food?" Bridgette asked.
"We request your assistance," Leshawna begged.
"You must help us!" Tyler wailed.
Lindsay had forgotten her line, and Tyler was forced to say it for her.
Lucky for him, it was only a repetition of two words, so the red tracksuited jock didn't find it too difficult.
"The hunger. The hunger. The hunger!" The jock threw his arms up in despair.
Cut to Harold lying on his back in the middle of the road. He pulled out a piece of candy, and slowly said a few words of wisdom, "Duty. Honor. Total Drama Yum Yum… Happy Go Time… Candy Fish Tails. Eat them fast! Time… is fleeting. GOSH!" Harold said.
End commercial.
"Awesome!" Lindsay said, clapping.
Something told me that Harold was probably in charge of this whole operation.
"Yeah. That was… interesting," Chris commented.
"Cut the crap, Chris. That was absolute shit," Trent said.
"It was art!" Harold protested, "A metaphor! A commentary on the Earth's sorrow and it's crying out for mo-"
Chris shut the redheaded boy's mouth, "Next up, the Amazons!"
It was our turn to hand in the tapes. I really hope we did good enough to win the challenge…
At this, three girls of Team Amazon flinched, eyes widening in horror as they finally realized they had forgotten something very important.
Courtney's anger, Gwen's confusion, and Heather's bemusement were all canceled as horror dawned on them. They were so busy fighting that they had forgotten to shoot! The three spoke amongst themselves, unsure of what to do.
"Ugh. This is humiliating," Gwen said.
"What do we tell him?" Heather asked.
At last, Courtney spoke. "Chris, as the leader of Team Amazon, it falls to me to tell you-"
"You're not the leader, I'm the leader!" Heather snapped, cutting her off, "I'll tell him that we didn't-"
"Just do it and let me tell him!" Courtney said.
"No, I'll do it!" Heather objected.
Gwen slapped her forehead and hunched over, "Great. Here we go again…" The Goth said.
"Shut up, Gwen!" Both Heather and Courtney shouted.
Courtney spoke, "Chris, it falls to me to tell you that our team didn't-"
"Come up with an amazing title for our awesome commercial!" I said, being the one that cut her off this time. The three girls looked bewildered.
"We have a commercial?" Gwen asked, confused.
"Let's just call it 'Huh?'," I said, just like last time. Me, Zeke and Dawn had managed to save the butts of the other three girls on our team.
Chris took it and popped it in for everyone to watch.
The final commercial was… well, I really don't know what it was, exactly. It was such a mixture of chaos, confusion, and randomness that 'indescribable' would be the best word for it. It was such a hodgepodge mixture of different things with some flimflam intertwined. It was an overwhelming deluge of nonsense.
Me, Dawn and Zeke sang through a megaphone. "Yeah! Total Drama Yum Yum Happy Go Time Candy Fish Tails! Eat them now! Eat them fast! Eat them anytime! Just eat them! Yeah!"
"You ate it!" I never appeared, and only said this one line… as a seagull.
Um… what?
The ad was so haphazardly jumbled and clearly thrown together at the last minute, just like the first time around.
The final film ended, and everyone just stared for a few seconds, some with their mouths wide open in shock.
"What the hell was that?!" Trent asked.
"Honestly, that was really… awkward…" Tyler spoke.
"Awesome!" Lindsay said, clapping.
"Okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay…" Chris said, cringing.
Courtney huffed. "Well, something is better than nothing, I guess,"
"Wait. The commercial they made only involved three people!" Alejandro protested, "Isn't that against the rules?"
"I don't recall telling you guys that all the team's members have to be in it," Chris smugly replied.
"Well then, ex-campers!" Chris said, in full-blown host mode now. "I saw the movies, I liked them, and I loved the work!"
"Really? I didn't." Noah muttered.
"Me neither," Harold seconded.
"Don't care for that," Courtney concluded.
Chris shook his finger at us.
"Tut tut! The winner needs to be announced. Unfortunately… I, Chris McLean, as your beloved host, am not going to be deciding the winner. I'll leave it up to Chef Hatchet here! Well, Chef?"
Chef tapped his chin in thought, before finally coming to a decision, "Chris, I think I've got to go with… Team Amazon,"
Our team of four girls and two guys jumped up in delight.
"I don't know. I just love exploding donuts!" Chef said.
"Woohoo! Banzai!" I cheered, pumping my arms in joy.
"Cody, that was amazing!" Gwen said, coming over here to hug me.
"Totally amazing." Courtney said.
I was grinning in delight, feeling my massive pole rising in my pants from Gwen grinding her assets on me. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think I'm already falling for her!
But I got to also focus on winning the game and eliminating Alejandro!
"Congratulations, Team Amazon. Chef, I also have to know, who bit the biggest?"
The cook thought for a bit. A long bit.
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"Is this really necessary!?" Gwen cried out.
"Shush. The audience loves dramatic pauses," Chris said.
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"Um, what audience is that?" Owen asked, "Aren't we the only ones here?"
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"Why are we all not talking again?" Lindsay asked.
"SHUT! UP!" Oh, he was clearly pissed off now. You could fry an egg off the top of his head. Mission accomplished!
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At last, Chef came to a decision.
"Um… those guys, with their sad donkey thing," Chef said, pointing at Team Victorious, "You lose! You're sending someone home! Tonight!"
The members of the losing Team Victorious were aghast, Harold most of all.
"B-But how?! I've planned it all out to make sure we wouldn't lose! GOSH!" Harold stomped his foot onto the ground, looking at the floor in shame.
"Wait. It's not a reward!?" Leshawna asked, raising her eyebrow.
"Well, I'm sure enjoying it!" Chris remarked. Shit, I knew Chris had no care about anyone in the world besides him, but still!
"Look, teens," Chris said, "You have to remember that with… um, how many people are in this competition?"
"Seventeen," Dawn said.
"Right. We have seventeen people, and sixteen of them need to be eliminated. Let's go, people!" Chris ordered.
"You really shouldn't do this." Lindsay whimpered.
"I should, and I can, and I will!" Chris declared. "Because I bring the drama, I bring the strife, and you, little missy, do not ! I will be back on top soon, and if you don't like it, you're out!"
"Shut up McLean! That's not how you treat a woman!" Tyler yelled, then muttered, "You sack of shit…"
Damn. I didn't know Tyler had it in him to say that to the host. I guess he must really love Lindsay!
But wait.
I just realized. Tyler and Bridgette were together in Island when I had my second try. Did they break up? I guess that's probably why I've never seen the two interact this time, despite being on the same team.
"Wow," Alejandro said, breaking it. "Is it always this bad on the show? Because it didn't seem that bad when watching it,"
Oh, it's bad alright. Worse than you can imagine. Now it was time for us to haul our bottoms back to the airplane.
"I should've led the challenge!" Tyler was ranting to his teammates along the way, "I'm responsible! My parents bought me a Tamagotchi pet when I was seven and I still have it lying around in my house somewhere! Besides, I've never really been in the same mood for competing since y'all voted out my buddy…"
Leshawna then chimed in, "Oh, don't give me that attitude, clumsy jock! DJ cost us the challenge last time! You gotta move on, boy!"
"I-I can't… I finally got to be reunited with him, and be on the same team as him, only for him to be eliminated right off the bat!" Tyler frowned.
Leshawna replied, "If it makes you feel better, I can just convince the others to vote you out!"
Tyler nodded his head at that, "And if I do get voted off this time, can you make sure that Lindsay makes it far into the season?"
Leshawna replied, "Fine. It's a done deal!"
The two shook hands and parted ways.
After the challenge…
I'm glad we won this challenge again. However, if I remember correctly, this is the episode where Alejandro convinces Harold to quit the game! I guess I'll have to try my best to stop it!
I saw Harold exit out of the confessional. I guess it should be the perfect timing to convince him not to quit.
"Hey, Harold," I striked up a conversation with the nerd.
"Oh, hey, Cody…" Harold frowned.
"Still upset that your team lost twice in a row?"
"Yeah… and it was my fault…"
"Well, don't consider leaving or quitting the game just yet! I bet Leshawna would miss you! After all, you two are really close since Action, you know," I told Harold.
Harold replied, "But… but she clearly likes Alejandro more than me… Why would she choose me over some hunk like him?"
I comforted him, patting my hand on his shoulder, "Don't sweat it! I'm actually kind of suspicious of him. Something is just… off about that latino…"
Oh shit. Did I just say that out loud?
I hope that nobody heard me…
"Something off?" Harold asked with curiosity.
"Forget I said that!" I told him, "Anyways, just don't quit! You literally won last season, it would be a shame if one of the most crucial contestants from last season were to be eliminated early just like Duncan!"
Harold was silent for a few moments, but eventually decided, "I'll… I'll think about it…"
I beamed, as this might be a sign of change, "Okay! Thank you, Harold!"
"See you around, Cody," Harold waved at me, walking away.
"See you!" I waved back. Man, I hope this changes the outcome. I really wanted to save Harold from elimination…
After the Elimination Ceremony…
I was going to Economy Class to chat with Noah, however, a certain latino stopped me from entering.
"Well, well, well. It's none other than Cody Anderson!" Alejandro stopped me in my tracks, pinning me against the wall.
"Uh, what did I do?!" My eyes looked at his, which looked like it had a bit of rage and fury inside it right now.
"You tried to foil my plans, didn't you?" Alejandro looked at me with a glare, a glare that made me freeze up in fear.
"U-U-Uh… I-I don't know what you're talking about…" I stuttered.
"Liar! I heard your conversation with Harold earlier!" Alejandro said. Oh shit. Did he hear the whole entire thing?
The latino continued, "You're actually quite the good player, to be honest. However, that still wasn't enough!" Alejandro grinned devilishly.
Wait…
So did Harold…
"Wait, Harold still got eliminated?!" I panicked.
Alejandro grinned, "Yes, he sure did! Not even your little geek talk with him could prevent him from being eliminated! He still quit! Heh,"
"W-Wait… that's impossible! He looked satisfied with staying in the game! How… how did he…"
"I have to admit, Cody. You're a really good player. I'll give you that. However, it looks like your plans to keep your little nerd friend in the game have been all trampled and disintegrated," Alejandro said.
He continued, "If you ever try to prevent my plans and strategies from becoming a reality, I'll make sure you go DOWN. I'll make sure you will regret messing with me. Mark. my. Words.,"
"B-But… you… you don't even feel bad for what you do?! You sick, twisted person!" I muttered out.
"Sorry, Cody. I missed the part where that's my problem," [2] Alejandro glared at me with his eyes, walking away to Economy Class.
I just stood there in shock.
I tried my best to do whatever it could to keep Harold safe, and then the plan went all for nothing!
I couldn't prevent Harold from quitting the game.
In total shock, I went back to First Class. Something stopped my tracks, though. I could hear Tyler say, "Why… Why did Harold have to quit the game?! First DJ, now Harold?! God… why couldn't I have been eliminated instead?!"
I then continued to walk towards First Class. It must've been terrible for Tyler to lose both of his friends back to back. After all, I tried to save Harold from elimination, mainly because I saw Tyler suffering, and now he has to suffer more. I feel really bad for that jock.
Not wanting to deal with all the heated shit from after Japan, I decided to immediately go to bed. From Team Victorious losing for the second time in a row, to trying to save Harold from elimination, and from Alejandro jumping me essentially, I had enough with this bullshit.
I layed back in the First Class recliner. Today's been hell, and I hope that next challenge won't bring as much hell as the aftermath of Japan brought me.
Zzzzzzzzzz…
And that's pretty much it for this chapter. I did not expect this chapter to be as long as it is! I've never made a chapter this long before! Over 10k words, DAMN! This took me like two and a half days to write too!
[1] The Great Gatsby is great book, read it for yourself, it is really awesome!
[2] I've been waiting to use this reference someday while writing a story. Classic Peter Parker line that never gets old!
I decided to keep Harold's elimination the same. It actually quite hurt me from this decision, as Harold is in my top 5 favorite TD characters of all time, and I really enjoyed writing about him this time around, as he was pretty funny. However, he had time to shine in Action, both in canon and this timeline too. Again, it really hurt me to make this decision, but it had to be done, since he was the contestant that had the least plot left. I hope that heated moment with Alejandro and Cody wasn't too bad.
Votes:
Bridgette: Tyler
Harold: Harold
Leshawna: Tyler
Lindsay: Harold
Tyler: Tyler
Tyler: [3] , Harold: [2]
Eliminated: Harold (quit)
Elimination Order:
19th: Duncan
18th: DJ
17th: Harold
Team Amazon: Cody, Courtney, Dawn, Ezekiel, Gwen, Heather.
Team Legendary: Alejandro, Eva, Izzy, Noah, Owen, Trent.
Team Victorious Champs: Bridgette, Leshawna, Lindsay, Tyler.
If you have any ideas for the next chapter, have suggestions, critiques, etc., let me know via PM or review, stay safe, and have a great rest of your day!
- toxicistoblame