Running Through the Woods on a Generic Evening

The tenth chapter of Total Drama: Superstar Showdown, posted on August 27, 2013. The final 14 take part in a race through the forest and Roz reveals a shocking twist.
==Story==
“Previously on Total Drama: Superstar Showdown, I got a weird love note from somebody. As a result, the challenge was put on hold, and instead we tried to figure out who exactly that somebody was! We still don’t know who it was, but we now know it was someone on the Hopalong Ralphcakes... And knowing them, there will totally be some drama. Anyway, the Swagged Out Citrus Fruits won the challenge because we wanted the Hopalong Ralphies to create drama by eliminating someone, but in a weird twist, the Citrus Fruits went to elimination! Even though THEY WON THE CHALLENGE! Weird dudes, weird, weird dudes. They got rid of Trick in a pretty much unanimous decision, because he was kinda a tool. Now that he’s gone, the Fruits have only five players left. Will they be completely decimated, or will they pull it together and get to win a challenge? Tune in today to find out on Total... Drama... Superstar Showdown!”
The next morning, the Hopalong Ralphcakes are in their cabin, as usual.
Elena walks up to Chelsey, who’s lying on the couch. “Chelsey. Wake up. We really need to talk.”
“Ugh, what is it?” Chelsey says, waking up groggily. “I’m really not in the mood for your shenanigans, Elena.”
“So, you know, we hate each other, right? I had this idea about us working together and eliminating all the obnoxious morons on our team. It’d be, like, an unexpected duo or whatever. Doesn’t that get lots of ratings?” Elena says.
“You literally said this exact same thing to me a while back,” Chelsey responds. “Episode five, I believe? But yeah. Not gonna happen. Sorry, gurl.”
“Aww, what? Is Trey really the only person I have?!” Elena says. “Can’t I just join your alliance with you and the borewhores, or is that too much to ask?”
“I’m losing PP just by talking to you,” scoffs Chelsey. “Go make out with Trey or something.”
Arthur and Puck are watching unfunny MyCircle videos on Puck’s laptop. “Ooh, is he going to do the cinnamon challenge now?” Puck says happily. “Coooool!”
“This guy is not funny whatsoever,” says Arthur, while watching. “People only like him because he is gay. No remarkable qualities whatsoever.”
“Hey, are you bashin’ gay people? I totally like 'em!” says Puck. “You know, I think Wolfie might be in the closet, so I try to be nice about it…”
“No, I have no beef with gay people whatsoever, even if some of them act like my great-aunt Beverly,” Arthur says. “But some straight people act like her as well. It is not that hard to. Anyway, uh, it’s just that people act like his homosexuality is his entire personality. He’s still a person. And what is up with those hags who say they like ‘the gays’? They treat them like dogs. It’s really not that cool.”
“...Wow, Art, that’s the most logical thing I’ve ever heard you say!” says Puck. “But no, I don’t like the dude ‘cause he’s gay. He’s gay ‘cause I like him! ...Does that make sense?”
Trey, who is peeking out from behind the couch, scurries away and into the confessional bathroom.
“Arthur gave me a great idea,” he says in the confessional. “I am in desperate need of an alliance with anyone other than Elena. I thought I had a crush in her, so I tried to woo her again, but it turns out she’s actually crazily obsessed with me… Yeah, I don’t know how to feel about that. So, I’m gonna go up to the other girls and… we’ll see how this goes. Fingers crossed.” He laughs evilly.
“Hey, Wolfgang, mind if I talk to you about something?” Trey says, walking up to Wolfgang who’s listening to heavy metal loudly.
“WHAT?!” yells Wolfgang, not able to hear Trey. Trey repeats what he said, and Wolfgang takes off his earbuds. “Ugh, this better be important.”
“So, I wanted to tell you something, because I feel like I can trust you…” whispers Trey.
“Dude. I’ve talked to you like once, and you were moping about how much you hated life,” says Wolfgang. “Why don’t you sound all PJ-y?”
“All right, you’re obviously not interested…” says Trey. “I’ll be back.”
“Whoa, trying to act all mysterious and stuff. ‘I’ll be back.' Cool, I don’t give a crap,” growls Wolfgang, and he puts his music back on.
Helga and Julia are sitting in the corner, quietly, doing nothing. Helga is reading a book called The Problem In Our Luminous Celestial Bodies while Julia is on her phone.
Suddenly, Julia lets out a shriek and throws her phone onto the ground. “DANG IT!”
“Jesus,” Helga says. “Can’t a teenager get time to do the greatest thing on the planet?”
“UGH!” yells Julia. “Zane and Perry are engaged! Do you hear me?! ENGAGED!”
“Yeah, I really don’t care, sorry,” Helga says. “I bet Arthur would care, though… and make a really dumb joke about it. But whatever.”
“No, but that means I can’t date Zane, omg like I’m so heartbroken,” says Julia, who does not look heartbroken in the least, or any emotion at that matter.
“Hey, there’s always Larry,” says Helga. “If you can get past his… feminine qualities.”
Julia punches Helga in the gut, and Helga barely even flinches. “You know, you should really work out,” says Helga snidely.
“...Oh, great. Look who’s coming over here,” groans Julia. Sure enough, Trey walks over to the two girls and sits down next to them.
“Hi…” he mutters. “I wanna tell you guys something…”
“Scram,” Julia says. “You’re a turd-licker. Nobody here likes you. Go make out with an Oompa Loompa, you can easily find one.”
Trey stares at Julia, then walks away quickly.
“Hey, what if he wanted to ask you out? What girl can resist pasty white skin, extremely greasy dreadlocks, and a brooding, angsty personality?” Helga says. “I mean, just look at those vampire movies.”
“Nah. He was probably gonna mope about how ugly and dumb he is. You know, I bet he has no friends at school. And if he does, they’re probably all pretty ugly,” Julia says.
“Hmm, yeah, I don’t know if you should be calling others ugly,” Helga says.
“HELGA! I thought you were my friend, and don’t most teenage girls call each other pretty?!” Julia shrieks.
“You’ve known me for a year, I would have thought you’ve figured out by now that I’m not ‘most teenage girls,'” says Helga.
Trey then walks up to Flora, who’s texting. “Hi!” she says happily.
“Flora, you’re pretty generic, I mean nice…” says Trey quietly. “Can I trust you with something…?”
Trey, who is gloating evilly in the confessional, says, “Perfect! Flora’s complete lack of a personality will make sure she doesn’t do anything dumb when I tell her. She’s a complete sheep, she’ll be in my alliance in no time.”
“Yeah, sure! What’s up?” says Flora blandly.
“Well, uh… I’m gay…” Trey says quietly. “Nobody heard that, right?”
“Oh! You are?” Flora says. “Well, that’s cool!”
“Dang it!” says Trey angrily. “I mean, uh… okay. Thanks for letting me tell you. Bye…” He scurries away.
Flora says in the confessional, “Trey is a weird dude… If he’s actually telling the truth about being gay, why was he making out with Elena earlier? Maybe this is something I should tell Chelsey about, she could know how to deal with it.”
The scene changes to the Swagged Out Citrus Fruits, who are in the yard.
Chrissy is on her laptop, and Estrella is sleeping and not moving at all. Veronica walks up to them. “Hi, guys!” she says.
Estrella suddenly wakes up. “Oh, you’re not being Layla’s Charles for now? Lucky.”
“Oh, uh, she’s asleep,” Veronica says. “But I needed your help on something. I’ve kinda gotten completely tired of Layla, so I’m gonna stop working for her once and for all. I’m tired of being a doormat!”
“Heh, heh,” Chrissy says gruffly. “Yeah, being a doormat is kinda part of your personality. Have fun trying to be different, kid.”
“No, Layla is a meanie. I’m going to stand up for her,” Veronica says. “Despite the fact that it may just seem like me and Amanda all over again... Hey, what happened to me being independent after that?”
“Apparently nothing,” Estrella says.
“Yeah. I’m going to go up to Layla, and… Oh, she’s sleeping,” Veronica says. “Yeah, that can wait until later. But I’m gonna do it!”
“Check back in with me in 24 hours, and I’ll judge you on if you have or not,” says Estrella
“YES! YES! YES! YES!” A voice is heard from behind the trees, and a shirtless Nic bursts out. “Oh, did you fellows hear what I heard? Alejandro is back for Total Drama: All-Stars! Fierce queen Al!”
“Uh, that might be the most cringeworthy string of words I’ve heard in my life,” says Chrissy.
“Alejandro did nothing,” Estrella says. “And he says he’s Latino? Yeah, he has to have a spray tan. Look at me, I’m white as a ghost… not that I’m complaining, of course. That ability is excellent at night.” She grins evilly.
“You do know he’s still in the robot suit, right?” Chrissy says nonchalantly. “No idea how that guy hasn’t healed yet.”
“Oh, they are keeping him in as a dramatic reveal,” winks Nic. “So, midway into the season, he will come out of the Drama Machine... SHIRTLESS! And they will be blinded by his buff ab belly, obviously.”
“Hey, guys!” says a voice. The four turn around and see Roz, who’s sitting right behind them. They gasp in shock. “Oh, didn’t know I was here? Haha. Well, I am! Aaand, it’s time for the challenge, so get your butts on down to the forest.”
“The forest? Oh, god…” Chrissy says.
After all the contestants have gathered at the beginning of the forest, Roz is shown explaining the challenge. “All right, guys! Today’s challenge is a nice little footrace.”
“Aww, MAAAAAN!” yells Puck obnoxiously.
“Yeah! You guys better have brushed up on your runnin’ skills, because you’re gonna need it. So, there’s a finish line on the other side of the forest. It’s… I dunno, six or seven miles? Something like that. Lots of hills too,” Roz explains.
“Pssh, I bet there are also mailboxes that are actually tombstones, right?” Chelsey scoffs.
“Nope!” says Roz. “There are regular tombstones! Also, impressed you remembered that, gurlie. Not everyone from Revolution is that sma… wait, you’re the only peep from Rev left!” Roz takes out one of those party horn blower things, and blows into it, making an obnoxious noise. “Congrats, Chelsey, blah blah. All right.”
“Nobody cares,” says Elena rudely.
“It’s true, though. The rest of the people from Rev were freaks. Not surprised at all that I outlasted them,” Chelsey says.
“Cockiness… ah, that is sexy,” sighs Nic longingly.
“SO ANYWAY!” yells Roz. “The person who makes it to the finish line first wins immunity for their team. You know the drill. Shouldn’t be too hard, so… yeah. Just don’t get lost or whatever, we got interns out there to make sure that doesn’t happen.”
The contestants move to the starting line, and Roz takes out a pistol. “Don’t worry, this thing only fires blanks,” says Roz. “Anyway… on your mark… get set…”
“WAIT!” Puck says. “Yeah, gotta tie my shoelaces.” He bends down and looks at his shoes. “Uh…” He examines the shoes and attempts to determine how to tie them. “Can you guys give me, like, five seconds? I’ve got this.”
“Ugh, my legs are starting to ache from just standing here,” whines Elena.
“All right. Take it easy. I’m almost done. I just gotta…” Puck slowly pulls the lace through the loop after about a minute. Wolfgang then storms up to him, violently yanks the shoe off of his foot, and chucks it into the woods.
“There, nothing to worry about, now can we START WITH THE CHALLENGE?” says Wolfgang angrily.
“Yep!” says Roz. “On your mark… get set…” She fires the pistol. “GO!”
The contestants take off running into the woods, and eventually come to a fork in the road. The entire Swagged Out Citrus Fruits team except Layla and Veronica take one path, while those two plus the entire Hopalong Ralphcakes team take the other path.
Arthur is already struggling. “You… know…” he wheezes. “I’m a bit… hefty… Yes, running is not my strong suit…”
“Agreed, bro!” says Puck, while breathing extremely heavily. “Maybe if I got onto your back, that’d work… I wouldn’t have to… run…”
“What…” Arthur pants. “That would just make it more impossible for me… Even though I am morbidly obeeeese and could easily support your flabby body.”
“Arthur! SHADDAP!” yells Julia, while running. “You know, if you pace yourself, it’s not that hard…”
“Good idea,” says Arthur, and he sprints up ahead. Right then, his watch beeps and he pulls out the red underwear and places it on his head. He runs up next to Elena. “So… did you pay for those?” he says, while wheezing.
“What? Ew, no, these are all natural,” Elena says, obviously quite offended. “...Who gets hair extensions anymore?”
“Yes, because when girls are going through puberty, the amount of hormones they have somewhat determines how large their… Forget this, I am way too tired to be Puber T,” Arthur says. He grabs his underwear, yanks it off his head, and throws it into a lake nearby.
“Man, you can’t get rid of Puber! He’s taught me more than I’ve ever known!” Puck says, slowly becoming more and more out of breath. He jogs to the lake, and picks up the underwear, where a small minnow is flopping around on top of it.
“Ew, I hate fish… They make me barf,” whines Trey, while jogging.
“This is my new buddy! His name is Versace,” Puck says. “He and I are gonna be BFFFLs! Best Fish Friends For Life! I’m not a fish, but it’s still chill, yo.”
“Yeah, you’re not cool at all, Puck,” says Elena. "Stop with the rap-speak, will you? Go listen to country music."
“CAN WE NOT TALK WHILE I’M TRYING TO RUN?” Wolfgang yells, and sprints ahead of the rest of the group.
“I love how you try to resolve the problem by talking even more,” Helga says snidely. The other team members look at Helga, and she’s walking.
“HEY! Helga! Roz is gonna get uber-pissed if she sees that! Knock it off,” Julia says.
“What? She never said we couldn’t walk. Plus, I was in my school’s powerwalking club freshman year,” Helga says.
Helga says in the confessional, “My mother tried to get me to do sports so I wouldn't just read all day. I joined the club that defined ‘sports’ the most loosely.”
“Screw this, I am walking too,” Arthur says, as he stops running and slows down to Helga’s pace. Puck nods his head in agreement and stops as well.
“Wh-- wha-- but-- ugh, you guys are just afraid that people will see how unathletic you are,” Elena whines.
“Yeah. It’s not like you can run well either, what with those funbags weighing you down,” Julia scoffs.
“Hey, can you shut up with the boob jokes? Your guys’ jealousy is pretty hilarious,” says Elena.
“Aww, Elena, Julia is trying the breast she can,” Arthur says, trying extremely hard to not burst into laughter.
Trey says in the confessional, “I didn’t think they could get any worse. If I want to carry through with this strategy, there’s really only one person I can talk to…”
Layla and Veronica are shown somewhere in the forest. Layla is lazily walking, and Veronica is running slowly. “Come on, Layla, can’t you at least jog?”
“Nope,” Layla says condescendingly. “These sandals cost, like, a thousand bucks. There is no way I’m gonna wreck them just for some dumb challenge we’re probs gonna lose anyway.”
“Look, Layla, I’m sick and tired of your…” Veronica begins. “Never mind.” She keeps running.
Layla perks up. “...What was that?”
“Oh, nothing, I just find it kinda dumb how you force me to do stuff, and nobody else on the team,” Veronica says.
“But… you’re my new Charles! You even agreed!” says Layla, seeming sad.
“I really was just trying to appease you, Layla,” says Veronica. “I’m getting tired of it.”
“No, you’re just a living doormat,” scoffs Layla. “Get a personality or something. Hmph.” She gives Veronica a rude hand gesture, and skips away.
Veronica says in the confessional, “I really think that I should work on improving my social skills with the others… Despite Nic being creepy, I could easily get him to help me out with whatever. I just don’t wanna be called a doormat, man… although, I suppose it’s better than being called boring.”
Layla runs up to where Chrissy and Nic are, both of whom seem to be trying to outrun each other.
“Now do you believe that I’m all athletic and stuff?” says Nic, who’s about 0.0001 inches ahead of Chrissy.
“Nah,” says Chrissy apathetically. “...Oh, hey, Layla. Glad to see you here.”
“Yeah. Your sarcasm is funny,” Layla says. “NOT! So, like, I totally just told off Veronica. She has no friends now. How about we boot her tonight?”
“Are you really strategizing while we’re running in a challenge?” Chrissy says. “Not that I care, though. I’m barely tired at all.”
“Yes… Neither am I…” says Nic, who despite what he may be saying, seems extremely tired.
Chrissy says in the confessional, “Layla’s really unlikable. At the same time, she’s likable. I don’t know how that’s possible. Sometimes I want to punch her in the face, and sometimes I actually feel like she’s a decent human being… She’s spoiled, though. Like, I don’t know what prompted this sudden personality change between Tokyo and now, but… whatever. She irks me.”
“Man, I didn’t think physical activity would be this taxing,” says a faint voice.
“Estrella?! Where did you come from?” Chrissy says, turning around to see a sweaty Estrella.
“I don’t know, but I’m currently excreting about five gallons of sweat per second,” says Estrella.
“Yeah. Same,” Chrissy says, and she pulls off her shirt, revealing her sports bra. “Don’t even THINK about it.” She glares at Nic.
The finish line is shown. Roz is standing there, holding hands with Red, who’s holding a video camera in his other hand. “So then, he said he was gonna go visit his dying friend and told us he 'may or may not come back,' and he left us at the ice cream store for a @#$%in’ hour and a half. Chappy was gone for an HOUR AND A HALF. Ugh, he’s such a weird dude, but I love him anyway,” Roz gushes.
“Hey. That’s awesome,” says Red, devoid of any emotion.
“Ugh, babe, you’re so boring todaaaay. Get a personality or s-- ooh, is that the contestants?” Roz looks at the forest, where a group of people is shown running out.
“I’m gonna go take a leak. Be back in five,” Red says coolly, and he vanishes into the forest.
Soon after, Flora and Layla come sprinting out of the forest. “RED! C’MERE! WE GOTTA VIDEO THIS TO SEE--” But, before Roz can finish yelling, the two cross the finish line at the same time.
“Yay, I won!” Flora says happily, jumping up and down.
“Um, boring girl, look at me. I won. Obviously,” Layla scoffs.
“Roz, did you see which one of us won? I wanna be fair,” says Flora, concerned.
“Pssh. I don’t. Um, I won, gurl. Deal with it,” Layla says rudely.
Roz turns over to them. “Ugh, guys, I’m sooo sorry. Red was takin’ a wazz, and of course I put him in charge of seeing who crossed the finish line first. I guess both teams are gonna go to elimination, then!”
“Aww, noodles-in-a-sack!” yells Layla.
“I’ve noticed that the noodles have been appearing in substantially larger containers lately,” Arthur says, walking up to the others. “Yo, Roz, did we win?”
“Nope!” says Roz cheerfully. “Double elimination! That’s cool, because I was startin’ to wonder when we were gonna have one of those. So, uh, go back to camp. Both teams have the cabin, since the Citrus Fruits are basically nonexistent and I’m nice. Bai!”
At the cabin, Chelsey is sitting on the couch and watching Nebraska Shore, unsurprisingly. Trey walks up to her and sits down.
“Hi, Trey, you should really think about using some hair gel or something,” says Chelsey, not looking away from the TV. “What sort of moping are you going to subject me to this time?”
“No, uh, I was actually gonna talk to you about something, I feel like I can trust you…” Trey says.
“Me, out of all people? Um, people don’t trust me, they’re usually just jealous of me. But seriously, what’s up?” says Chelsey.
“I’m gay, Chelsey…” Trey says quietly. “Oh, god, did Arthur hear that?”
Arthur peeks out from behind the couch. “Heeeere’s Artie!” he says disturbingly. “Mattyboy, I find it dubious that you came out of the figurative ‘closet’ the same day as I conversed with Puck about people only liking that MyCircler because he was gay. But I won’t question your methods.”
“First of all, where do you even get these nicknames…” says Trey. “Also, uh, I didn’t choose to be gay… It was a coincidence, I guess… I didn’t even hear your dumb conversation…”
“So that’s how it’s going to be,” says Arthur. He narrows his eyes. “I’ve got my eye on you, Santa.” He then waddles away.
“Trey, that’s soooo great! There are, like, 2 openly gay dudes at school. They’re actually twins. Who knew? But they have like a million PP just for having the balls to come out like that. I am really happy for you right now, like you have no idea!” Chelsey squeezes Trey tightly and squeals. Trey’s cheeks turn red.
“So, uh… Do you think of me any differently?” asks Trey, after a long silence.
“Um. I guess? Like, now I know why you’ve been acting kinda… different,” Chelsey says. “Were you struggling with it on Tiki? I TOTALLY understand.”
Julia, Helga, and Chrissy are shown up in the Ralphcake girls’ room.
“So, uh, guys. I feel REALLY sorry for you. Yeah, I got Nic on my team, but you guys have…” Chrissy shudders. “Arthur. And Puck. And Trey, too.”
“Next thing you know it, boom! Another tribe swap. Nic’s gonna come back over here, I bet. Why haven’t you gotten rid of his ribby ass anyway?” Julia grunts.
“Because she obviously has sexual tension with him,” says Helga without looking up from her book.
“Yeah, Helga, shut up,” says Julia. “It’s not like you don’t have sexual tension with Arthur. I’ve seen the way you look at him.”
“Yeah, because I totally look at guys I like with the expression I use when I smell my mom’s casserole,” Helga says. “Seriously, that thing is a horror.”
“Mhm. Interesting. I don’t like Nic, sorry to burst your bubble, but yeah. He’s a creep,” says Chrissy.
“Uh, who are we booting?” says a voice from the corner. Estrella peeks out, once again.
“Jesus, Estrella, you need to start telling me when you’re in the same room as me,” says Chrissy. “But, uh… I really couldn’t care less. Veronica, I guess? Nic? Whoever.”
Veronica is shown with Layla. “Uh, I’m surprised you haven’t asked me to get anything for you,” Veronica says.
“Ew. I don’t really need you to get me stuff anymore,” Layla grunts.
Elena is then shown walking up to Arthur and Puck, who is playing with Versace who’s now in a plastic bag filled with water. “Hi. You’re ugly and smell like peanuts, but I need to talk to you.”
“What is up?” Arthur says. “Need any tips to become even more plastic?”
“Nope. We’re booting Trey tonight. You hear me? I gotta go, I don’t want my social status to be ruined. But vote Trey, or else you’ll wake up tomorrow underwater,” threatens Elena.
“Matt? Aww, it’s so fun to say pointlessly rude things to him, though...” says Arthur “Yo, Cornelius. You up for booting him?”
“Hm?” Puck looks up. “Oh, yep. I’m feeding Versace Wolfie’s German truffles! Wolfie said earlier that nobody should touch them or he’ll break our arms, but that doesn’t apply to fish… I don’t think. Also, Elena, don’t ya have a ‘mance with Trey?”
“Ugh. I used to. That guy’s creepy,” Elena says. “Plus, he’s just gonna do more villainous crap, and he’s a REALLY bad kisser. So, yeah. Vote him.” She then walks away.
“Oh, did you know Trey is gay? Weird, right?” Arthur says, after Elena has left. “I do not care, though.”
“He is?! That explains his total flamboyant-ness! I was kinda wary when I found out I wasn’t the only straight guy who worshiped Bonjour Doggy… But that’s still cool,” Puck says. “Now I don’t wanna boot him! But he’s a douche, so I gotta, yo. Hang on, I gotta put Versace in the freezer. He’s lookin’ ill.”
The Hopalong Ralphcakes are shown at elimination. “Hey, guys. Literally no idea where this vote is gonna go,” Roz says. “I’m sure you guys wanna know, so I’ll get to it! First seashell goes to Flora.” She tosses Flora a seashell.
“Helga, Puck, Julia, Chelsey,” says Roz, and the four get their seashells.
“Wolfgang, and sadly Arthur,” says Roz.
“Woot,” says Arthur as he grabs his seashell.
“Elena. Trey. You’re both unlikable, and kinda jerks. Who will survive? Find out in approximately ten seconds. Final seashell goes to…”
“Trey.” Trey catches his seashell and smiles faintly.
“Haha. Very funny. This is an overly long gag, can you just say you were kidding and give the seashell to me already?” Elena says.
“Nope, uh… you’re actually out, Elena. GTFO,” says Roz.
“WHAT?! Trey, we had a showmance, you turd,” says Elena.
“Yeah, uh, Elena? Trey is gay. Sorry, gurl,” says Chelsey, and she waves goodbye to Elena evilly.
“WHAT?!” says Elena, again. “Uh, nice try, but I don’t believe it. Anyway, I’m glad I’m out. Don’t have to live with you guys anymore, and now everyone will mention me on those fan forums as being a robbed goddess, so HA! The joke’s on you, suckers. I’m out. Peace.”
Arthur makes a smug face and nods his head. Elena shoots him a rude gesture, and gets into the Boat of Losers.
“They were gunning for you, Father Xmas. I voted for you, but congrats on being a shrew who is able to escape elimination constantly,” Arthur says.
“Yeah, I wanna be alone right now…” says Trey meekly. The Ralphcakes walk away, and the Citrus Fruits walk in.
“Hi, guys! The Ralphies just voted someone out. That person will not be revealed to the public,” Roz says enigmatically.
“Uh, yeah, about that… We all can see that it’s Elena,” says Chrissy, pointing to the Boat of Losers where Elena sits sulking.
“Now, you all have voted, and…. ooh, this is juicy. Time to get to the vote! First seashell goes to Layla, congrats gurl!” She tosses a seashell to Layla.
“Estrella and Nic. Nice job!”
“Why are you being so oddly enthusiastic?” says Estrella. “Eh. I shouldn’t be complaining.”
“Veronica. Chrissy. Both of you are cool, but maybe a bit too cool? All right, the final seashell goes to…”
“Veronica!” Roz tosses Veronica her seashell.
“All right, uh, maybe I’m a threat or something? I’d like to see you guys’ reasoning for this,” scowls Chrissy.
“I swear, I did not do it…” says Nic, trying to hold back tears. “It was Layla and the demonesses. Chrissy, mi amor, I will always be a loyal dude…”
“Uh, Nic, you can drop the Alejandro thing, it’s gotten to the point where I’m really not impressed by it anymore,” says Chrissy.
“Yeah. Sorry, Chrissy, you’re a cool person, but we thought you could have ties to Julia and Helga due to talking to them so much… And we don’t want traitors!” says Veronica apologetically.
“Ever thought it was because I liked to talk to them and thought they were cool people?” says Chrissy angrily. “Meh. Back to spending most of my life on Fumblr, I guess. Bye.”
Nic follows her slowly as she walks to the Boat of Losers. Chrissy sighs. “Fine, but only to get you to stop being stalkerish. Although, it didn’t work last time…” She kisses him on the cheek for about half a second.
“Man, I will cherish that kiss forever! Thanks, Chrissy!” Nic rips off his shirt, kisses his biceps, then waves goodbye to Chrissy, who gets on the boat next to Elena.
“Your hair is ugly. Get rid of it,” Elena says, as the boat drives off into the sunset.