"Last time on Total Drama Island….
Twenty-four campers arrived and were immediately thrust into the madness of a crusty, rundown summer camp known as Camp Wawanakwa. With nothing but primitive amenities and the promise of weekly challenges, alliances, and drama, the stakes were sky-high from day one. Their first test? A terrifying leap off a cliff into shark-infested waters. While most braved the jump, a few chickened out and were slapped with the dreaded chicken hat of shame. At the first campfire ceremony, it came down to two contestants: Lincoln, a solid team player with a short fuse when it comes to his gopher "kinda-girlfriend," and Ezekiel, who alienated every female camper with his outdated views and inappropriate comments. In the end, Ezekiel was the first to walk the Dock of Shame—proving that homeschooling, sexism, and reality TV are not a winning combo."
Who will be the next to go in the most dramatic elimination ceremony yet? Find out tonight on Total. Drama. Island!
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The morning fog still lingered over Camp Wawanakwa like a damp, sleepy veil as the first rays of light crept through the trees. The campgrounds were silent, the stillness broken only by the occasional distant birdcall or creaking of wooden beams. Inside the Bass cabin, the boys and girls lay asleep in their beds, still deep in slumber—well, most of them.
On the boys' side of the cabin, a familiar mop of white hair stirred.
"Ahhhh… Oooo… man, what time is it…" Lincoln rubbed his eyes and blinked awake. Around him, his teammates were still sound asleep, lost in their dreams. But Lincoln Loud was used to early mornings—it came with the territory of growing up with ten sisters, where a hot shower was a rare commodity and the bathroom was always in high demand. Still on his home time zone, Lincoln was wide awake while the rest of camp remained in dreamland.
"Early bird… they say," he muttered.
With practiced ease, Lincoln gathered his clothes and toiletries and slipped quietly out the door, heading for the communal bathrooms, taking care not to wake anyone.
The bathrooms were exactly what one might expect from a camp run by Chris McLean—functional but far from glamorous. The building resembled a standard gym locker room, outfitted with rows of shower stalls separated by basic wooden dividers and doors. To the side was a changing room lined with mirrors and sinks for grooming. The toilets were tucked away on the far end of the building, behind a separate partition.
"Don't know why I expected anything else from Chris," Lincoln sighed, eyeing the humble facilities. He grabbed one of the scratchy towels Chris had so generously provided, changed in the quiet of the dressing area, and stepped into one of the shower stalls, wrapping the towel around his waist.
"Well… at least there's hot water," he murmured gratefully. The warm spray hit his skin and he relaxed, lathering shampoo into his hair. For once, it was peaceful—no pounding on doors, no yelling, no chaos.
"HEY, ANYBODY IN HERE??"
Lincoln's head shot out from behind the stall door. "Ronnie Anne?"
There she was—Ronnie Anne Santiago—standing at the entrance in her pajamas, a change of clothes tucked under one arm.
"Lincoln… figured it should be you. Large family means little hot water."
"Ha! Amen to that… Hey, don't worry. I'm almost done. Just hang outside—it's all yours."
He ducked back into the stall to finish rinsing out his hair. As the last of the shampoo swirled down the drain, Lincoln was about to step out when he heard the stall next to him open—and the water turn on.
"You're not hogging the hot water, lame-o."
Ronnie Anne had slipped into the stall beside his.
"…"
"…"
It wasn't something either of them had exactly planned for. Sure, they'd been friends for years, but this situation—a thin wooden partition between them, both completely unclothed—was new. And awkward.
Thankfully, Lincoln broke the silence.
"…So Ronnie, how's everything with the Gophers?"
The question snapped Ronnie Anne out of her thoughts.
"It's fine. Leshawna is cool, but the rest I don't know that well. Gwen and Trent—I haven't really talked to them. Lindsay and Beth? Super ditzy. Izzy is muy loco. Owen is a goofball. Justin's a narcissist. Noah's an ass. And Cody is such a wannabe it's hilarious. He tried to impress me by speaking Spanish and ended up saying 'tu trasero es sexy'. And you can guess how I feel about Heather, la bruja."
Lincoln rolled his eyes at the mention of Heather. His own interactions with her had been limited, but her behavior during the diving challenge left a bad taste in his mouth.
"That girl is gonna be a problem. I can already feel it. So how's the Bass team?" Ronnie Anne asked.
Lincoln thought about it for a second.
"There's some cool people. Bridgette's cool—if kinda unaware. Geoff and DJ are chill. Harold and I share some interests. Katie and Sadie are basically joined at the hip. Courtney's a perfectionist. Tyler's accident-prone. Eva has major hostility issues. And Duncan's… kind of a bully."
Ronnie Anne nodded thoughtfully. The cast was definitely diverse, and that could work to their advantage.
"Lincoln, on the Bass—who do you trust? Who do you like?"
"Bridgette, DJ, Geoff, and Harold."
"Okay, the Gophers I know I can trust are Leshawna… and I think Gwen and Trent could be good friends. That gives us nine people. If we work with them at the merge, we'd have a large alliance."
"…And we could basically control the elimination vote. You are a genius."
"It's strategy, Lincoln. We don't backstab. We don't take advantage. But we need friends to survive this game."
"Fair point."
Lincoln turned off the water, stepping out and wrapping the towel around his waist.
"Hey, hang out, Link. Don't know when we'll get another chance to talk alone."
"No prob."
Lincoln made his way to the changing room and returned with pants and shoes on, towel still draped around his shoulders as he dried off.
Meanwhile, Ronnie Anne stepped out of her stall, her own towel clinging to her figure. Over the years, she'd developed a more mature, curvy frame—not that she flaunted it—but the Casagrande genes definitely weren't subtle.
"We need to be smart about who we take far in this game…"
She continued talking as she entered the changing room and pulled on her clothes—shoes, pants, and a tank top, leaving her hoodie off.
"…We should focus on getting rid of our biggest competition. Then we do one-for-all…"
She tied her hair back as she talked.
"…Our biggest competition would definitely be Heather and Duncan. They're both gunning for the win and nothing else."
"Agreed," Lincoln said. "If the opportunity comes, we need to vote them off. But we can't make it obvious. Otherwise we'll be the next targets."
Ronnie Anne nodded. As she finished getting dressed, her gaze lingered on Lincoln's chest.
"Yeah… I-I think… that… Okay, dude, I still can't get over your body."
Lincoln raised a brow, then looked down at himself. Years of training with his sister Lynn had paid off—he had a lean, muscular build and visible abs.
"Ronnie Anne, why do you think I wear baggy clothes? I don't like showing this off… people get weird about it." He tossed the towel over his shoulders.
"They're only muscles. Everyone has 'em'."
"Not like yours, dude… Anyway, yeah. If our teams lose a challenge, we need to find a way to push for Heather or Duncan to go."
Lincoln nodded, then raised a more serious concern.
"We also need to make sure no one thinks we're working together."
Ronnie Anne paused, then realized what he meant.
"Because Heather or Duncan could label us as traitors and get us voted off."
"Exactly," Lincoln said.
"Okay, got it. During challenges, we go 100 percent. We give it our all. That way, no one thinks we're trying to save each other."
"And that keeps us safe, because we're proving we're valuable to our own teams," Lincoln agreed. "I knew you'd come to the same conclusion. You're brilliant like that, Ronnie Anne."
Ronnie Anne blushed.
"Thanks, Link… Look—if we ever compete against each other, don't hold back. And don't sabotage anything for me. Ever."
Lincoln nodded solemnly.
"Ronnie Anne, you're my best friend—and one of the most important people in my life—but I'd never throw a challenge. Not for anyone."
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"AHCHOO!"
Inside the Gopher cabin, the resident guitarist Trent sneezed himself awake. He looked around groggily before flopping back down to sleep.
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"Anyway, Ronnie, let's just hang out until the challenge starts," Lincoln said, pulling his shirt on as Ronnie Anne zipped up her hoodie.
"Yeah, I brought some cards. We could play Texas Hold 'Em at the lodge."
Lincoln held his hands up in defeat. "I lost to you yesterday. I don't need to lose any more cash."
Ronnie Anne rolled her eyes playfully.
"We'll play for potato chips, lame-o."
Lincoln relented. That didn't sound like a bad way to pass the time.
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The sun had finally risen over the camp. Bright rays of light warmed the cabins, and the morning was tranquil, beautiful… and quiet.
But not for long.
Striding into camp wearing shorts instead of his usual pants, Chris blew an air horn through a bullhorn, jarring the remaining campers awake.
"Time to start the day!"
The noise stirred the contestants, most of whom were not pleased.
Leshawna stumbled out of the Gopher cabin still in her purple night lingerie, hair all over the place.
"It's 7:00 in the morning! Do I look like a farmer to you?"
Chris chuckled. "Nope. But you've got two hours to get ready and plant yourselves right here for today's challenge."
He walked off laughing as both teams glared at him.
"That guy is getting on my last nerve," Leshawna grumbled, rubbing her temples.
Gwen walked up in her pajamas, equally annoyed.
"Yours and everybody else's, L…" She looked around and suddenly frowned.
"…Hey, where's Ronnie Anne?"
Leshawna scanned the area. Gwen was right—Ronnie Anne was missing.
Harold jogged over, joining the conversation.
"Has anyone seen Lincoln? He wasn't in the cabin this morning."
The Gophers and Bass all shared a look. That answered why they were missing, but not where they had gone.
Heather chose this moment to make her grand entrance, already in a sour mood.
"Of course Grande-butt would skip out on a challenge to make out with her guppy boyfriend."
"Yeah, crazy how a girl would want to hang out with her best friend. Real mindfreak," Gwen said dryly, rolling her eyes.
Heather shot her a look.
"Shut up, weird goth girl."
Before either could say more, Ronnie Anne casually strolled up to the Gopher cabin holding several bags of potato chips.
"Yo, what'd I miss?"
"Chris being a pain. Girl, what's up with the chips?" Leshawna asked.
Ronnie Anne grinned.
"Lincoln and I wake up early. Big families—one shower—you get used to it. We hung out at the lodge. I took him to the cleaners in Texas Hold 'Em."
"Your boo's not much of a gambling man, huh?" Leshawna teased.
Ronnie Anne rolled her eyes.
"Not my boo. But yeah, dude couldn't lie to save his life."
"Well, your boyfriend's poker skills aside, we've got a challenge to win. Stay here until we're all ready." Heather snapped as she stormed off to the showers, dragging Lindsay and Beth with her.
Ronnie Anne watched her go, glaring.
"That spoiled brat is seriously starting to boil my blood."
"Same."
"Big time."
Gwen and Leshawna both nodded in agreement.
Three girls from three different cities… all united by a common enemy.
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Outside of the cabins many of the campers had shown up with Eva who bobbed her head to the beat from her MP3 player. Cody tried to get a look but jumped back when Eva growled at him.
Lincoln sat on the cabin steps, already dressed, when Bridgette walked over and sat next to him.
"So, how was your morning?"
"I lost four bags of chips in a poker game… how's it going for you, Bridge?"
Bridgette smirked as Geoff joined them.
"You and your girlfriend play poker? Nice."
"Not my girlfriend, Geoff. But yeah, we got into it after playing this game called Poker Night at the Inventory."
"Cool either way, bro. We should get a game going one night," Geoff said, excited.
Bridgette nodded.
"We should! Maybe invite Ronnie Anne. Get the Gophers in too. I want to see how your girlfriend plays."
"Still not my girlfriend," Lincoln muttered, standing up and walking toward the center of camp to avoid more teasing.
Bridgette and Geoff exchanged a knowing smile.
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BRIDGETTE – CONFESSIONAL
"I really do want to help Lincoln. He's a sweet guy, and I can tell he likes Ronnie Anne."
Her smile faded into curiosity.
"But why doesn't he tell her? Kinda weird, right?"
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All the campers had finally arrived at the cabins, ready for the day's challenges. Eva was listening to music through her MP3 player, completely oblivious to Cody, who was eyeing the device with curiosity. He leaned in closer, hoping to get a better look, but Eva, noticing his intrusion, snapped at him like an alligator baring its teeth.
"Morning! Hope you slept well," Chris greeted cheerfully, his voice cutting through the tension.
The campers all groaned in response—whether from anger, exhaustion, or simple frustration. Everyone, except one Gopher girl, seemed thoroughly unamused.
"Hi, Chris! You look really buff in those shorts," Heather said with a smile, trying to charm her way into the host's good graces.
Chris smirked. "I know. Alright, listen up! I hope you're all ready, because your next challenge starts in exactly one minute."
There was a collective murmur of disbelief among the Gophers. Owen, their team's most enthusiastic member, immediately voiced his concern.
"Excuse me, I don't know if that's enough time to eat breakfast," Owen said, a hint of desperation in his voice.
Chris, barely missing a beat, grinned wickedly. "Oh, you'll get breakfast, Owen. Right after you complete your twenty-kilometer run around the lake!"
"Oh, so you're funny now? You know what I think would be funny?"
Eva's patience snapped at the sarcasm, and she was ready to lash out, but Geoff, Duncan, and Lincoln had to step in, holding her back before things got out of hand.
"Eva! Try to control your temper!" Courtney whispered urgently, giving Eva a sharp look.
Eva's glare toward Chris was intense. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?!"
"A little," Chris admitted nonchalantly, as he held up his watch. "You've got thirty seconds."
Eva's eyes narrowed as she clenched her fists.
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COURTNEY - CONFESSIONAL
"Okay, that girl, Eva, really needs to get a handle on her temper. She's only been here one day, and already she's thrown her suitcase out of a window and broken the lock on one of the bathroom doors."
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The campers had lined up at the starting point, some looking eager to run, while others appeared too tired to even stand up straight. A few, however, seemed to be walking at a relaxed pace, clearly not in a rush.
"Okay, runners! On your marks, get set, go!" Chris shouted, and immediately, many of the Bass and Gophers shot off the starting line.
But not everyone was in a hurry. Ronnie Anne and Lincoln, among others, were walking purposefully but slowly, clearly unfazed by the intense pace of the challenge.
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RONNIE ANNE - CONFESSIONAL
"I've pulled off tons of pranks, so I know a classic setup when I see it. Chris just gave us a finish line, but he didn't say anything about collecting items, or making it to any specific destination in a hurry, and he didn't even mention we need to be first. I mean, come on. I'm no fool."
Ronnie Anne looked directly at the camera, her arms crossed in a critical stance.
"I know this is only the first part, but why tire everyone out? Something's definitely off."
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LINCOLN - CONFESSIONAL
"This is obviously a setup for a worse challenge later. I already know it. My older sister loves pranking people, so I can totally see this coming. It's too obvious."
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Half of the teams were still running, while others had slowed to a walk, either too tired or realizing that something didn't quite add up.
Lincoln, Harold, Gwen, and Ronnie Anne were walking side by side, exchanging quiet words.
"Do you know how much longer?" Gwen asked, her voice tinged with exhaustion.
"If I'm right, we've still got about an hour until we reach the main lodge," Lincoln replied, glancing around.
"Gosh!" Gwen muttered, frustration creeping into her tone.
"Don't walk beside me, Harold," Gwen snapped, her eyes rolling at the exchange.
"Hey, Link, you manage to figure out what the challenge might be?" Ronnie anne asked, turning to Lincoln.
Lincoln took a deep breath. "Chris woke everyone up early, made us run a marathon, so he must be planning something to make us even more tired… for what, exactly? I don't know."
Gwen tilted her head, clearly anxious. "Hopefully, we won't have to do anything dangerous."
Meanwhile, Heather, walking slowly toward the end goal, was suddenly passed by Noah, who zoomed past her in a hurry.
"Do you mind?" Heather grumbled.
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HEATHER - CONFESSIONAL
"I don't run. And I definitely don't run in high-heeled wedges."
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Heather made her way to a nearby creek where Owen was frantically lapping up water like a dog trying to cool off. "Can't… catch… breath. Must… have… condition!" he gasped, struggling to stay upright.
Heather rolled her eyes at the sight. "Yeah, it's called overeating. Look into it."
Nearby, Leshawna overheard the conversation while catching her breath. She did not appreciate how Heather was treating Owen.
"What's your excuse, you skinny—ugh! I'm too tired for insults," Leshawna muttered under her breath.
At that moment, Chris drove by on an ATV, megaphone in hand, shouting loudly to get their attention.
"Pick it up, people! If you're not back by dinner time, you don't eat!"
Heather, already on edge, seethed. "Hmmm… I hate him so much."
As she passed by Owen, she deliberately stepped on him, cracking his bones as she did, her expression cold and uncaring.
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Many campers had finally reached the main lodge, collapsing in exhaustion after the long trek. Owen, in a panic, burst through the door, carrying an unconscious Noah over his shoulder.
"Clear a table, stat!" Owen shouted, rushing over to revive Noah. Trent and Heather watched on with concern.
"Oh… we made it," Trent muttered, wiping his brow.
Leshawna was the last Gopher to make it into the lodge, barely staying on her feet. Fortunately, Ronnie Anne caught her just in time.
"Don't worry, Leshawna, I got you," Ronnie Anne reassured, helping her friend sit at the Gopher table.
As Leshawna caught her breath, Harold stumbled through the door, panting heavily and clutching his chest.
"What took you so long? We just lost the challenge!" Courtney snapped at him.
"Hey, ease up, Courtney. Harold, dude, are you okay?" Lincoln asked, his voice full of concern.
"I think I'm having heart palpitations," Harold panted.
Lincoln immediately helped him to the Bass table, offering what little support he could.
Now, all the campers were present and accounted for. The Gophers looked around, some of them realizing something.
"Wait a minute. If Harold's the last to arrive, that means we won the challenge!" Gwen exclaimed, her eyes lighting up.
The Gophers all cheered, realizing they'd won. Even Noah, who had just regained consciousness, joined in the celebration.
"Whoa there! Hold your horses, guys," Chris's voice boomed from across the room. "That wasn't the challenge!"
Gwen's face fell in disbelief. "What did he just say?"
Chris stood behind a closed curtain on the opposite side of the lodge, a wicked grin on his face.
"Who's hungry?" he asked, unveiling a massive food spread.
The table was a sight to behold—turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy, rolls, and enough food to feed multiple families.
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GWEN - CONFESSIONAL
"After what felt like a whole week of brown sludge, I almost cried when I saw that buffet. But I'm thinking that guy Lincoln might be right. This is a setup."
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OWEN - CONFESSIONAL
"And then I saw it—the buffet table. It was beautiful. There was turkey, Nanaimo bars, baked beans, maple syrup! Ha… can I have a minute?" Owen covered his eyes, tears of joy streaming down his face.
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RONNIE ANNE - CONFESSIONAL
"The buffet was incredible, I'm not gonna lie, but it cemented my suspicions. Chris woke us up early, made us run a marathon, and now he's giving us a turkey dinner to stuff our faces? He's trying to make us sleepy. Probably to see who lasts the longest."
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LINCOLN - CONFESSIONAL
"This is a trap. I can feel it." Lincoln rubbed his eyes. "The turkey was incredibly delicious though."
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"WAIT!" Ronnie Anne shouted, stopping the Gophers from rushing to the buffet.
"What is your damage, grande-butt?" Heather sneered, glaring at Ronnie Anne.
Ronnie Anne shot her a look of frustration but pushed forward. "Guys, this isn't a reward; this is the challenge. Chris is trying to make us all sleepy and exhausted to see who lasts the longest."
The Gophers exchanged glances. Ronnie Anne's reasoning seemed pretty sound, especially since everything they had been doing so far had drained them.
"Look, grande-butt, challenge or not, that is the first actual edible food I've seen since coming here. So move your fat butt out of my way," Heather snapped, shoving past Ronnie Anne to grab a plate piled high with food. More of the Gophers joined their resident queen bee at the buffet, but three remaining Gophers hesitated. They weren't eating the way the others were.
"Ronnie, you sure this is what Chris planned?" asked Trent who was eyeing the turkey warily.
"It's a perfect setup," Ronnie Anne replied, her voice laced with both amusement and suspicion. "Wake everyone up early, make them run 20K, and then give them a heavy turkey meal? Nothing puts people to sleep faster than that."
Gwen, Leshawna, and Trent all nodded in agreement, though their eyes were still fixed on the food. The temptation was too great.
"Ronnie Anne, I don't doubt you, but honestly, there's only so much brown sludge a girl can eat before she goes mad," Gwen said, an apologetic look crossing her face as she grabbed a plate, loading it with more food than necessary. Trent followed suit, his hunger winning out. The only Gopher who managed to show restraint was Leshawna, who glanced at the others with mild disapproval.
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Leshawna - CONFESSIONAL
"As much as I love turkey, I gotta admit, Ronnie Anne's right. Something about this whole situation just stinks… and I'm not just talking about Heather."
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Hours passed, and the buffet had been completely decimated. All that remained were scraps—bits of turkey and the odd crumb of dinner rolls. The campers had devoured everything, and now only three people were left groaning from overeating: two Gopher girls and one white-haired Bass boy.
The others had stuffed themselves to the point of exhaustion, feeling groggy and barely able to stay awake. Chris, however, was nowhere near done with his twisted plan.
He jumped onto the table with dramatic flair, ready to announce the next phase of the challenge. "Alright, campers! Time for part two of your challenge!"
Owen, still chewing on a mouthful of food, gave Chris a confused look. "I thought eating was the second part?"
Chris grinned. "Crap, Ronnie was right. What more do you want from us?"
"Weird goth girl's right. Haven't we been through enough?" Gwen shot a glare at Heather for the backhanded compliment.
Chris, unaffected, raised his megaphone to get everyone's attention. "Let me think about that… No! It's time for… The Awake-a-thon!"
"The what-a-thon?" Owen asked, blinking in confusion.
Chris chuckled at his expense. "Don't worry! This is an easy one! The team with the last camper standing wins invincibility!"
"Boom!! Called it right here! Challenge or no challenge, huh, Heather?" Ronnie Anne wasted no time in gloating, sticking it to Heather for her earlier skepticism.
Gwen walked up to Ronnie Anne, her expression one of mild regret. "Crap, you were right. The 20K run and the turkey-eating frenzy were part of some evil plan to make it harder for us to stay awake?"
Chris, standing on the table, shouted into his megaphone, "That's right, Gwen! Should've listened to Ronnie, because this is gonna get brutal!"
"Man, he's good," Gwen said, with ronnie Anne giving a so-so hand gesture as Chris continued barking orders at the campers.
"Move, move, move!"
As the rest of the campers headed outside, Trent walked up to the girls. "So, how long do you think it'll take before everyone's out cold?"
"'Bout an hour, give or take," Ronnie Anne replied, glancing at the exhausted campers heading out to the field.
Owen stumbled by, groaning and holding his stomach like he might collapse any second. "Maybe less. Hey, sorry for not believing you, Ronnie. It's just…"
"You don't need to apologize, Gwen," Ronnie Anne cut her off. "Honestly, any other day, I'd be the first one diving into a Thanksgiving spread like that. I just knew something was off."
Gwen smiled at the tomboy, grateful for her understanding.
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Gwen - CONFESSIONAL
"I'm lucky to have Ronnie Anne, Trent, and Leshawna on my team. Those three are like the only sane people I've met so far on this island."
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It was now nearing the twelve-hour mark. Not a single camper had fallen asleep, but the day was wearing on.
Chris, for once, was speaking in a quieter tone, attempting to lull the campers into a stupor. "We're now twelve hours in, with all twenty-three campers still wide awake."
Owen, however, was bouncing around, over-the-top as always. "Woohoo! Stay awake for twelve hours?! I can do that in my sleep! Woohoo!" But as if on cue, Owen stumbled and fell to the ground, taking himself out of the challenge.
The scores were now tied.
GOPHERS: 11 / BASS: 11.
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Gwen - CONFESSIONAL
"The Awake-a-thon was definitely the most brutal thing I've ever done in my life."
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Gwen stood in the middle of the field, looking at the ground in utter boredom and misery. "This is the most boring thing I've ever done in my life."
"Could be way worse," Trent replied, glancing over at her.
"Oh yeah? How?"
"I could be stuck here without you to talk to," Trent said with a smirk.
Gwen beamed at the compliment, the two of them sharing a brief, happy moment amidst the exhaustion.
Nearby, Ronnie Anne and Leshawna were sitting together, watching the exchange between Gwen and Trent. Leshawna leaned over to her friend, a knowing look on her face. "Pretty smooth, Trent. That guy's a charmer."
"He knows what to say, that's for sure. Lots of guys have no clue how to be subtle."
Leshawna turned her head to look at Ronnie Anne with a raised eyebrow. "Feels like there's a story there."
Ronnie Anne shrugged nonchalantly. "There've been a few… or rather some morons I've had to deal with back home. They get way too forward for my liking."
Leshawna's eyes softened for a moment, but she quickly understood when Ronnie Anne clarified, "Nah, nothing serious. Just a bunch of jocks who think they're the coolest until they get a busted lip, you know?"
Leshawna grinned, understanding perfectly. "Some boys just don't know when to quit. You just gotta show 'em who's boss."
Leshawna raised her fist, and Ronnie Anne bumped hers against it. "Amen. Some dudes just need to get punched to figure stuff out. Like that Ezekiel idiot."
"My mama always said the same thing," Leshawna chuckled. "She even showed me how to slap the teeth out of someone's smart mouth."
The two of them shared a laugh, their bond growing stronger as they made the time pass.
Meanwhile, Heather was eyeing the rest of her team, calculating who could be useful in her plan to get to the final three.
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Heather - CONFESSIONAL
"So my strategy is simple: form an alliance with two other campers and take them to the final three. The only question is, who's desperate or dumb enough to do whatever I say?"
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The Gophers were struggling to stay awake, and many of them were trying creative ways to fight off exhaustion. Gwen looked up as Lindsay, the resident blonde, stood on her head, balancing herself with a look of determination.
"What are you doing?" Gwen asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Trying to get the blood to rush to my head," Lindsay explained with a grin. "Heh… I think it's working."
Beth, intrigued by the outlandish idea, approached. "Can I try?"
"Sure!" Lindsay said with a grin, helping Beth get into the same position.
Heather, watching from a distance, smirked. This was exactly what she needed. She saw two desperate and impressionable campers who could be molded to fit her plans.
"Perfect. Lindsay, Beth, can I talk to you for a sec?"
The two girls stumbled to their feet and walked over to Heather, who pulled them close so no one could overhear.
"Okay, I've got a plan to get me and two other people into the final three, and I've chosen you two."
Lindsay and Beth exchanged excited glances. "Really?" Lindsay asked eagerly.
"You should know that this is a big deal," Heather continued, her tone turning serious. "I'm putting my trust in you, and trust is a two-way street. You'll do everything I say, right?"
Lindsay's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Sure! Ehhh!! We're going to the final three! Ehhh!!!"
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Beth - CONFESSIONAL
"Oh my gosh! Heather's taking me to the final three! Ahh! I can't believe it! I'm going to the final three!"
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Just as the alliance was forming, the Bass team took another hit. The red-suited athletic boy from their team had passed out, tipping the scales once again.
GOPHERS: 11 / BASS: 10.
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"Speaking of alliances," Heather said, glancing over at Lindsay, "You know who I think is really cute?"
Lindsay, distracted, Heather turned her head to follow Lindsay's gaze. "Oh no. No, no, no. You can't date him."
"Why not?" Lindsay asked, confused.
"Because he's on the other team!"
"Uh-huh?"
"You can't inter-team date, Lindsay," Heather snapped. "It's against the rules."
"But Ronnie Anne and Lincoln are dating," Lindsay protested.
"Ronnie Anne isn't in this alliance, and if you're in this alliance, it's like… a rule. You can't break it."
"There are rules?"
Heather's eyes narrowed, and she leaned in close, her tone darkening. "Remember what I said about trust, Lindsay? You want to break it? Because if you do, I won't be able to protect you from getting kicked off."
Lindsay and Beth exchanged nervous glances, both visibly scared.
"No, I-I wanna be in the alliance!" Lindsay stammered.
Heather's smile turned cruel as she saw the fear in their eyes. "Good. Then it's settled."
The two girls nodded, still unsure, but their smiles remained, masking their apprehension as Heather walked away, knowing she had secured her path to the final three.
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Lindsay - CONFESSIONAL
"Heather said I couldn't date him. She never said I couldn't like him."
Lindsay grins mischievously, her eyes twinkling with rebellion as she leans back, clearly planning something that Heather might not be prepared for.
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Meanwhile, on the Bass side, Eva, the team's resident female bully, stood up and shoved her mp3 player into her pocket.
"I'm going to the bathroom." Eva muttered, glancing around as she walked toward the restroom. As she moved, her beloved mp3 player slipped from her pocket and hit the ground with a faint clink.
Heather saw the perfect opportunity to sabotage some competition. The queen bee, always thinking ahead, strolled casually by, her steps purposeful as she reached down and grabbed the fallen device. Before she could slip away, however, a familiar voice stopped her.
"What are you doing?"
Lincoln's voice rang out, making Heather freeze mid-motion.
"Just taking a walk," Heather replied, her smile cold and practiced.
Lincoln crossed his arms, his gaze suspicious. "What's in your hand?"
Heather's eyes widened momentarily, and she quickly shifted the mp3 player to her left hand, trying to hide it behind her back.
"What's in your hand…behind your back," Lincoln pressed, his tone challenging.
Heather, caught off guard, reluctantly revealed the her empty hand as her other hand holds the item behind her back.
"… I have five little sisters… That trick doesn't work at all."
Heather grunted in annoyance, but without another word, she revealed the stolen mp3 player. Lincoln snatched it from her without hesitation.
"This is Eva's, isn't it?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Heather's smile was sweet but utterly fake. "Oh, I was just taking it to the lost and found."
"Yeah… and I'm the king of France. Get back on your side, bruja, and mind your own team."
Heather's eyes burned with anger, but she forced a smile. "That's rich, coming from grande-butt's boy toy."
"Don't be angry that you're stuck in prepubescence for the rest of your miserable life. So sit your skinny butt back over with the Gophers."
The words stung, but Heather only fumed in silence as she stomped back to the Gopher side of the fire pit.
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Heather - CONFESSIONAL
"Albino made a huge mistake, he messed with my plans and he insulted me." Heather crosses her arms in anger, her eyes dark with rage.
"He and his stupid fat-ass girlfriend are going down—mark my words."
———
Eva returned to the fire pit just as Lincoln approached her.
"Yo, Eva, you dropped this." Lincoln held out the mp3 player to her.
Eva blinked, completely unaware of the drama that had just unfolded in her absence. "Oh! Thanks, Lincoln."
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[23:59:10]
Another twelve hours had passed, and many campers had succumbed to exhaustion, drifting into fitful sleep.
GOPHERS: 10 / BASS: 7
Izzy, Noah, Bridgette, Tyler, Katie, and Sadie were all fast asleep, their bodies sprawled out in odd, uncomfortable positions around the camp. Tyler, still groggy, stirred from his dazed state and dreamt that Katie and Sadie were being mauled by a bear.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
His scream echoed through the night, startling the remaining Bass team members. But as Tyler snapped back to reality, he saw the two girls were perfectly fine, no bears in sight.
"Ahhh… oh, my bad guys."
The Bass stared at him with disdain, clearly irked at being disturbed after being awake for 24 hours.
"Congratulations, campers! You've made it to the twenty-four-hour mark. Time to take things up a notch!" Chris announced, his voice full of glee.
"Fairy tales!" he added, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
Gwen and Ronnie Anne exchanged incredulous looks.
"Oh, he's not serious!"
"¡Maldita sea!" Ronnie Anne muttered under her breath, not believing what she was hearing.
Chris pulled out a storybook from behind his back, and Chef, now dressed as a lamb holding a harp, entered the scene.
Chris snickered, while Chef glared at him, his face twisted in barely contained rage at the ridiculous costume.
"Once… upon a time… there was… Inside this boring kingdom…"
The story began, and it didn't take long before Beth was yawning, her head bobbing as she fought to stay awake. Geoff, too, looked on the verge of sleep, his eyelids heavy. Cody, already comfortable on a pillow, fell asleep instantly, only to be woken when the pillow farted loudly, causing him to gag and jerk awake—only to realize the pillow was Owen's backside.
"A boring village. And inside this boring, sleepy village… filled with very boring children… that did very… boring things."
The campers, desperate to stay awake, began doing anything they could to fight the pull of slumber. DJ, ever the resourceful one, tied himself to a tree to prevent himself from lying down.
But Chris wasn't done yet. The sounds of The Nutcracker filled the air, and Chef reappeared, now dressed in a tutu, dancing around in a way that only added to the surreal horror of the challenge. Chef threw sleeping dust at the contestants' faces, causing some to stumble and yawn uncontrollably.
Duncan, Eva, and Geoff were hit by the dust and found themselves unable to keep their eyes open. DJ was also struck and fell asleep, his body toppling over with the tree.
GOPHERS: 8 / BASS: 9
"Timber!" Gwen couldn't resist the urge to crack a joke at DJ's expense as the tree fell, narrowly missing him.
———
The challenge continued, and the remaining contestants clung to their sanity by any means possible. Courtney, who had been running in place for hours, refused to stop, convinced that her movement would outlast everyone else.
Courtney - CONFESSIONAL
"I figured that if I kept moving, I could outlast all of them. I just had to keep my eye on the ball."
Heather, one of the few remaining Gophers still standing, tried to catch Lindsay's attention.
"We should talk about our strategy."
Lindsay looked around, confused, too exhausted to process Heather's words.
"Huh…?"
But before Heather could explain, Lindsay collapsed in exhaustion.
Beth, unable to keep going either, fell asleep soon after.
GOPHERS: 5/ BASS: 5
"Crap!" Ronnie Anne watched Heather's panicked reaction, intrigued by the unfolding drama.
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Ronnie Anne - CONFESSIONAL
While Ronnie Anne was handling the challenge better than some, the strain was clearly taking its toll. She now had noticeable bags under her eyes.
"I guess Heather started an alliance with Lindsay and Beth. But I know she's going to throw them under the bus eventually. When she does, I'll be there to help them get revenge."
Ronnie Anne cups her chin thoughtfully, already formulating her own strategy.
"I need my own alliance. After this challenge, I need to talk to Leshawna, Gwen, and Trent. They're all solid players, and they don't like Heather. We definitely have common ground. But respect is earned, not given. I won't be like Heather."
———
"Hey, Leshawna, did you see that?" Ronnie Anne whispered to her, catching her attention.
"Saw what?" Leshawna asked, turning to face the tomboy.
"Heather—did you see how she was talking to Lindsay and Beth?"
Leshawna narrowed her eyes, already knowing what Heather was up to.
"You think they're starting an alliance?"
Ronnie Anne nodded.
Leshawna's lips curled into a devious smile. "You want to start one too?"
Ronnie Anne smirked back. The answer was clear—they were going to be tight in this game, both as friends and allies.
———
Gwen and Trent, struggling to stay awake, found some comfort in their conversation.
"Okay. Favorite song?" Trent asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"She Would Be Loved." Gwen replied, her voice soft but steady.
"Favorite color?"
"Midnight blue."
"Ooh, mysterious. I like that."
"Ahhhh-hhhhaaa."
"Aw, don't fall asleep."
They both smiled at each other, content in their moment of connection, until they were interrupted by the bizarre sight of Owen, still asleep, wandering past them—completely naked.
Owen - CONFESSIONAL
"Did I mention I ate the entire dish of baked beans and maple syrup? Funny thing about baked beans, they make me sleepwalk."
Trying to block out the image of Owen's sleepwalking antics, Gwen and Trent turned their attention elsewhere. They noticed Katie and Sadie, who were still fast asleep, snoring in perfect unison.
"Haaa-ahhh. Oh, cool. They even fall asleep together."
"Uhhh… phrasing."
———
The starry sky above the camp was stunning, untouched by city lights, and the night seemed to stretch on endlessly, peaceful and serene.
"You still awake?" Trent asked the goth girl, his voice barely a whisper.
"Yeah. It's weird, but I think I'm so tired, I'm not tired anymore. Does that make sense?" Gwen responded, her eyes drooping but still trying to focus.
Trent chuckled weakly, unsure of how to respond. "I really have no idea. Where's the Little Dipper again?"
"See the Big Dipper?" Gwen pointed upwards. "Follow the handle to that bright star—the Pole Star. And it's right there." She traced the constellation for him.
"Ahh… Cool," Trent said, his voice drifting as exhaustion threatened to take him.
———
The big man of the gophers, Owen, was still sleepwalking through the island, making his way toward the 1000-ft cliff from the first challenge. He dangled precariously over the edge before plummeting into the water once again.
SPLAAAAASSSSSHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Yeah, Leshawna, we need to be careful," Ronnie Anne whispered, glancing over at the tough-as-nails competitor. "Heather is dangerous, but her with more than one vote is even more dangerous… Leshawna?"
The sister with 'tude had passed out asleep, her snoring echoing softly through the camp. Ronnie Anne smirked, shaking her head. "Haaa… Sleep well, L."
Ronnie Anne turned her head toward Gwen and Trent, who were approaching Justin, who had been standing eerily still, his posture rigid and unyielding since the challenge had begun.
"Look at him. He's like a statue. He hasn't moved in over… fifty hours! Hello? Yo!"
"Yip! Yip! Yip yip yip yip yip!" Gwen and Trent tried to get his attention, but Justin remained motionless, completely unperturbed.
"Amazing. Look at the concentration," Trent remarked in awe, his voice tinged with admiration.
Gwen, curiosity getting the better of her, gently tapped the side of Justin's head. Immediately, Justin stirred, blinking as his eyes slowly opened, revealing that he had actually been asleep all along.
"Holy Bleep—hey, Chris!" Lincoln called out, watching the entire debacle unfold with a mixture of confusion and amusement.
The host, Chris, strolled over, clearly intrigued. "What's the issue?"
"His eyelids are painted!" Lincoln pointed out, a grin spreading across his face.
Chris's eyes widened in surprise, his jaw dropping. "Shut up! Oh, I've gotta see this. That is so freaking cool!"
Justin smiled sheepishly, clearly hoping for some validation, but that smile quickly faded. "…But, you're still out, dude."
GOPHERS: 4 / BASS: 4
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Meanwhile, the sleeping Owen was continuing his journey through the island, blissfully unaware of the chaos around him. He swam through a river, his body slicing through the water with the salmon, before defying all logic, nature, and perhaps even some major religions, as Owen managed to swim up a waterfall, following his salmon friends to wherever the current took him.
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[85:50:11]
This challenge had been going on for three days and eight hours straight. Many of the contestants were either asleep or had already been eliminated, while others woke up, some looking better than others.
Duncan, with a mischievous grin on his face, gently placed a sleeping Harold's hand into warm water. A few moments later, the sound of pee splattering against fabric echoed across the camp.
"Gross, it works! Dude peed his pants!" Duncan laughed loudly, thoroughly enjoying the prank.
Harold awoke with a jolt at Duncan's shout, his face turning crimson as he scrambled to cover himself with his hands, embarrassed by the whole ordeal.
But Harold wasn't the only one to have a rude awakening on Over on the Gophers side, Noah had been kissing Cody's ear, clearly lost in an oddly romantic dream. Ronnie Anne stood above them, an amused smirk on her face as she watched the absurd scene unfold.
"Yo, camera dude, you're getting this, right?" Ronnie Anne called out, making sure the crew didn't miss this gem.
The camera guy nodded, fully aware of what was going on as Cody and Noah suddenly woke up, realizing what had happened. Their eyes widened, and in perfect unison, they screamed in horror.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Both boys took off running, mortified by what they had just woken up to, their embarrassed screams echoing behind them.
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GOPHERS: 4 / BASS: 3
Courtney had finally succumbed to exhaustion, leaving only seven campers still awake.
"I'd kill for a coffee right now," Gwen groaned, her voice thick with fatigue.
"You and me both," Ronnie Anne agreed, her own exhaustion beginning to show. Neither girl knew how much longer they could last in the grueling challenge.
Just as they were about to give up, Chris returned to the fire pit, a cup of steaming coffee in hand. He seemed less than thrilled by how long the challenge had dragged on.
"What is the matter with you people?" Chris grumbled, clearly annoyed. He took a long sip of his coffee, savoring the warmth. "Come on, fall asleep already!"
Gwen, her eyes wild with desperation, reached for Chris's shirt. "You've gotta hook me up, man. I'll even eat the grinds! Anything!"
Chris managed to shake her off, his eyes scanning the remaining contestants. "Alright, you seven stay with me. The rest of you, go get a shower. For heaven's sake, you stink!"
Many campers eagerly took up the offer, especially Harold, who bolted toward the showers, clearly wanting to clean himself up after his earlier mishap.
Chris sighed dramatically. "I didn't want it to come to this, I said that to Chef Hatchet last night. I said, 'Chef, I don't want it to come to this. But darn it, these campers are tough.' And so… I've come up with the most boring, sleep-inducing activity I could find."
The remaining seven campers exchanged uncertain looks, knowing whatever this was, they definitely weren't going to like it.
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Gwen - CONFESSIONAL
"Oh, come on! What now? Okay, you know what? Bring it on!"
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Chris, undeterred by their lack of enthusiasm, held up a red book with a wide grin. It was time for what was possibly the most boring activity he could devise.
He opened the book and held it up for all to see. "The History of Canada," he read, his voice as dry as the pages of the book. "Chapter One: The Beaver—National symbol and a 'dam' fine hat."
The group groaned collectively at both the pun and the topic. Duncan, Ronnie Anne, Lincoln, Eva, Gwen, Heather, and Trent all slouched in misery, their faces contorted with the effort of staying awake.
Gwen muttered under her breath, her voice dripping with disdain. "Stink."
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Minutes passed, and already, Chris's plan was working—too well.
Chris droned on, his voice monotone, "Which of course, was the precursor for the discussions…"
Eva, who had been fighting to stay awake, finally gave in to the boredom, her body slumping to the ground in a heap of exhaustion.
Chris continued, undeterred. "…leading to War."
Heather, her eyelids heavy, collapsed next, her body sinking into the dirt.
Chris, barely pausing, kept going. "…of 1812."
Trent's eyes drooped, his body swaying dangerously as he struggled to stay on his feet.
"Trent!" Gwen shouted, but before Trent could fall over Ronnie Anne had rushed to catch him as he nearly toppled over. She managed to steady him, easing him back onto the log he had fallen from. "Don't leave me!"
Gwen, kneeling beside Trent, gave him a concerned look, but Ronnie Anne reassured her. "Don't worry, Gwen, he'll be fine."
Gwen smiled gratefully at Ronnie Anne, but her concern for Trent didn't fade.
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GOPHERS: 2 / BASS: 2
"Time for a bathroom break! Any takers?"
Gwen, Ronnie Anne, and Lincoln all appeared to be fine, still alert and holding up well, but Duncan… Duncan looked like his bladder might burst at any moment. The desperation on his face was almost comical.
"I've held it this long, sweethearts! I can go all day!" he exclaimed, trying to sound confident, though the strain in his voice betrayed his discomfort.
"Yeah, but can you hold it for another ten chapters?" Gwen teased with a sly smile.
"Really think you can last against us both, sweetheart?" Ronnie Anne chimed in, grinning mischievously.
Gwen and Ronnie Anne had made some solid points, and with no other choice, Duncan reluctantly headed toward the bathrooms.
"You've got five minutes. As long as you don't mind a little company, Chris added, a playful glint in her eye.
Duncan groaned in frustration, not at all thrilled by the idea of a camera crew following him, but he relented anyway.
"Fine. But stay out of the stall," he muttered, shooting a glare over his shoulder.
The camera guy nodded, ready to follow Duncan to the restrooms.
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Meanwhile, only three campers were left at the fire pit—those who had managed to stay awake, plus Owen, who was, well… exploring . The rest had been taken to the infirmary, and the others were still freshening up in the showers.
"This is hell," Ronnie Anne muttered, her exhaustion evident as she slumped onto a log.
"No kidding," Gwen agreed, letting out a weary sigh.
The two girls sat together, the last remaining Gophers.
"Hey, thanks for catching Trent earlier. I'd hate to see him get hurt," Gwen said, her tone more sincere than usual as she offered a fist.
"No problem, Gwen. Trent's a cool dude, so I'm happy to help," Ronnie Anne replied, smiling as she bumped fists with her teammate.
As they chatted, Lincoln staggered over, looking more worn out than usual. His face was pale, his eyes heavy, and it was clear the Awake-a-thon was wearing him down.
"How are you doing?" Gwen asked, her voice laced with concern.
"Is there anything worse than 'completely exhausted'? Because I think that's where we're at right now," Lincoln replied with a half-hearted chuckle.
Gwen nodded, exhausted herself. Ronnie Anne gave him a knowing look, both girls agreeing without saying a word. This challenge had been brutal, and they were all paying the price.
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At the barrel podium, Chris was leaning back, staring off into space, clearly bored. The monotony of the challenge had even begun to drain his usually boundless energy. That is, until an intern approached, handing him a piece of paper. Chris perked up.
"And we have news! Looks like Duncan's taken a dive on the can! Which means Lincoln is the final bass player! It all lies with you, bro!"
Lincoln's eyes widened nervously as the last two Gophers—Ronnie Anne and Gwen—looked on, their expressions filled with smug satisfaction.
"Sorry, Lincoln, but two of us, one of you… We're winning this challenge," Ronnie Anne said, her voice thick with certainty.
"You heard her, Linc, you're… going… dow—"
Gwen's taunt was cut off when exhaustion finally overtook her. She slumped forward, too tired to finish her words. The best friends, however, were still standing—barely.
"I was hoping for this," Chris said, rubbing his hands together with sadistic glee, his excitement palpable.
"So the Awake-a-thon comes down to two competitors: Lincoln for the Killer Bass and Ronnie Anne for the Screaming Gophers. It's friend versus friend, and it all boils down to this."
Ronnie Anne and Lincoln exchanged a glance, both of them clearly nervous. Neither wanted to be the one responsible for their team's loss.
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[92:10:52]
Hours had passed, and now only Lincoln and Ronnie Anne remained, sitting on opposing logs, their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills. Both were desperately trying to stay awake, each waiting for the other to fall asleep first.
The remaining members of the Killer Bass and Screaming Gophers, minus the campers who fell asleep today and Owen who was still missing , returned to watch the final showdown. They stood in a semi-circle, eagerly awaiting the outcome of this long, grueling battle. Lincoln and Ronnie Anne were groggy, exhaustion seeping into their every movement.
"Well, I knew… we'd go up… against each… other sooner than later…" Ronnie Anne muttered, her voice thick with sleep.
"I'm surprised… by how long… I've survived. I'm not… tough like… you… Ronnie…"
"Yes… you are, Linc. I've told you… she was wrong about you… she always was… wrong…" Ronnie Anne replied, her voice growing fainter with each word.
The rest of the group, who had been listening in, exchanged confused glances.
"She? She who?" Bridgette asked aloud, her curiosity piqued.
But no one had the answers. They were just as stumped as the surfer girl.
"I… thought she… cared about… me… I thought she… had… I… have… no one…" Lincoln mumbled, his words trailing off into a pained whisper.
"Yes… you do… I'm here for you… Clyde… your family… we all care… about you… lame-o… I… don't know… what I'd… do… without… you…" Ronnie Anne's words were slow, each one weighed down by exhaustion.
"Same… You're the greatest… but I'll die… alone… I'll never… find… a… girlfri-" Lincoln's voice faltered, and he collapsed back onto the log, completely asleep.
"Lincoln… I… Lov—" Ronnie Anne's words were cut off as she fell forward, her head landing gently on Lincoln's chest as she joined him in sleep.
"And there you have it!" Chris announced, a grin spreading across his face as he raised Ronnie Anne's hand in victory.
"Ronnie Anne wins the Awake-a-thon!"
The Screaming Gophers erupted in cheers and applause, while the Bass members hung their heads in defeat for the second time.
"Girl, you won!!!" Leshawna shouted, trying to wake Ronnie Anne, but Bridgette stopped her, a knowing smile on her face.
"You know, I say let them sleep for now. They look kinda comfortable."
Leshawna looked over and saw Ronnie Anne smiling softly, snuggled into Lincoln's chest, who had wrapped his arms around the tomboy.
"You're right, Bridgette. This girl's earned this."
The teams quietly left the two friends at the fire pit, giving them space to enjoy each other's company for a little while longer.
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That night, the Killer Bass had returned to the fire pit, all of them still exhausted from the challenge, but ready to face elimination.
"You've all cast your votes and made your decision. There are only ten marshmallows on this plate. When I call your name, come up and claim your marshmallow. The camper who does not receive a marshmallow must immediately return to the Dock of Shame, catch the Boat of Losers, and leave. And you can never come back. Ever."
"The first marshmallow goes to Duncan."
Without hesitation, Duncan grabbed his treat.
"Bridgette. Courtney. Katie and Sadie."
The girls walked up to collect their marshmallows.
"Lincoln. Harold. DJ. Geoff."
Lincoln, still groggy and exhausted, was guided up by DJ.
"Campers, this is the final marshmallow of the evening."
Only two campers remained: the athlete Tyler and the bully Eva.
"Tyler, you were the first Bass asleep, and your lucid dreaming scared and angered the rest of your team, making them go from irritated to ticked. Not a good idea, bro."
Tyler rubbed his neck in shame.
"Eva, since coming here you've proven your ability… but you've also proven yourself to be rage-filled and hostile to everyone and everything around you."
Eva remained silent, crossing her arms and looking down at the ground.
"The final marshmallow goes to…"
Pause for dramatic effect.
"Eva!"
The muscular girl took the marshmallow, while Tyler lowered his head in defeat.
"Tyler, the Dock of Shame awaits."
Tyler didn't speak, simply gathering his bags and heading toward the dock. But to his surprise, Lindsay was there, waiting for him.
"Oh, Tyler, hey! I was wondering, after the show… you wanna go see a movie or… get something to eat?"
"Oh yeah, Lindsay, totally," Tyler responded, a bit more upbeat.
Lindsay hugged him and kissed him on the cheek.
Tyler continued toward the Dock of Shame, but now there was a noticeable confidence in his step.
"Talk about losing the battle but winning the war, am I right?" Chris laughed at his own joke, but the Bass members weren't in the mood to join him.
"Sheesh, tough crowd. Well, have a good sleep tonight. You're all safe."
The Bass roasted their marshmallows in victory, while Eva stood off to the side, looking disheartened.
"Hey, guys… I'm sorry about my anger… I've never been… good at controlling it… so thanks for keeping me on."
The Bass all exchanged understanding looks, and Lincoln spoke up.
"Don't worry, Eva… we're a team… and we can help… you when you… need it… but don't think… you're alone."
Lincoln nearly collapsed from exhaustion, but Eva caught him and helped him lean on her as the Bass toasted their marshmallows.
"To the Killer Bass! And to not ending up here again next week."
All the Bass cheered in agreement, ready to take on whatever challenge awaited them next.
Chris was walking back to his airstream, ready to turn in for the night, that was until his radio went off.
"Hey Chris we found Owen and you aren't going to believe us."
Chris raises his eyebrow.
"Where is he?"
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The camera shows the boy in question sleeping sound in a Sasquatchanakwa cave before being thrown out due to the smell.
And so this ends another exciting Episode of Total. Drama. Island!!!