Super Smash Comrades

The sixteenth chapter of Total Drama: Superstar Showdown, posted on November 15, 2014. Total Drama Revolution's second most infamous challenge returns, prompting shocking new discoveries for the final eight.
==Story==
“Last time on Total Drama: Superstar Showdown,” begins Roz. “The nine remaining contestants were split up into groups of three and were forced to put their green thumbs to the test! Nic, Arthur, and Gary decided to try and sabotage Trey with the help of Arthur’s… er, friend, Vance, but their efforts ultimately backfired when the great Chappy appeared, judged the gardens, and gave Trey, Layla, and Flora the win! After that, the guys tried to rally and vote out Chelsey, but Gary was sent home instead after only five episodes! Poor guy. But not really, haha. We’re now down to eight! Who will be sent packing next?! Find out today on Total… Drama… Superstar Showdown!”
The contestants are shown walking back from the elimination ceremony. Trey walks by Nic, who glares at him, while Trey just shakes his head.
Nic says in the confessional, “DANG IT! My master plans were foiled… Again! God, that Trey is such a party pooper. Even back at the jungle, he was always there to be better than me. Now, today I’m going to make no plans. Just gonna lie low. Yeah. You know. Stealth.”
Trey is then shown in the confessional. “So, yeah, I owned Nic once again. That fool is running out of allies, he can’t hide much longer. Between my alliance with Chelsey and my alliance with Flora, and also the fact that everyone still believes both my mopey wet blanket façade AND my gay façade, I’m all set! Basically, I’m a badass.”
“Heeey, I’m gonna go to sleep,” Chelsey says. “Nightie-night!”
“Oh, your bed is super comfortable!” says Flora. “Mind if I come up too?”
“Uh…” says Chelsey. “I guess. Fine. Why not?”
“Hey, Chelsey, thanks for inviting me into your room! You’re SO kind!” says Layla, following the two.
“Party in Chelsey’s room?” Julia blurts out. She holds up a boombox. “I can play some 1E. Let’s do it.” Before Chelsey can say anything, the girls rush upstairs and close and lock the door.
“Pssh,” says Arthur, once the girls have disappeared. “Who needs girls, anyway, when you have…” He holds up a box. “Famished-Male Microwaveable Dinners™?!”
“Don’t those things contain like 1,600 calories?” says Wolfgang. “Plus, I’m a vegetarian.”
“Calm down, Wolfie, I know you like the breaded, moist, chewy ‘meat’ that is in this container,” says Arthur. “I know I do.”
“Well, yeah…” says Trey. “You like a bunch of… gross… stuff…”
“Uh…” says Nic. “Your FACE is a bunch of… gross… stuff! Boom! Roasted.”
“Nic, that was potentially the worst comeback I’ve ever heard,” says Wolfgang. “I thought Trey’s was bad, but oh, NO. You just had to take it up to eleven.”
Trey takes out a container of tofu and begins to eat. “Listen, my food choices are much more sophisticated than yours…” says Trey.
“Then again, I’m not the one who’s wearing ‘Bonjour Doggy’ boxers,” says Nic. “So I have beaten you there, Trey.” He then pulls up his shirt slightly and examines his waist. “Oh, wait, scratch that.”
Arthur says in the confessional, “Listen, as fun as it is to annoy the living daylights out of Santa, it gets tiring occasionally. I’d much rather eat my Famished-Male Microwaveable Dinner™ in peace. Maybe I’ll go talk to Julia instead. Mraow!” He makes a disturbingly realistic cat noise.
Meanwhile, in the girls’ room, Chelsey is on her pink laptop. “Hey, gurls, who wants to see what the fans are saying in the polls right now?” she says.
“Not me,” grumbles Julia.
“Okay, well, screw you. First place in the fan favorite voting is currently yours truly, with--” Chelsey says, then pauses. “Wait. I… I’m not wearing a Bidoof shirt. I’m not that pale... FLORA IS WINNING?!”
“Oh, really?” says Flora, shocked. “Awesome!” She jumps up and down.
“Well, I mean, not counting Arthur’s 6,565,456,768,343 votes, but something tells me that’s not entirely authentic,” says Chelsey. “But WHAT?! Literally what have you done, Flora?”
“Well, first of all, she’s nice,” says Julia. “And doesn’t look like she just walked out of a fake-tanning salon.”
“Legasp!” says Chelsey. “You did NOT just say that. Girl, do you really want to scrap right now?”
“BRING IT ON!” yells Julia.
“Um, guys, wait, wait, wait,” says Layla, attempting to break it up. “We have more important things to worry about. Like… why is there a pixel missing on the bottom left corner of my daddy’s limited edition uPad?” She holds up a massive uPad.
Chelsey is shown in the confessional, pacing back and forth with her hair frazzled and her eyes wide and twitching. “Nope, nope, nope, Chelsey. Take it easy. Calm yourself. You don’t want to be having any… issues like that. Think of what happened when B.J. Smith told you you were unpopular back in the fifth grade… Don’t want a repeat of that incident, no…”
Flora says in the confessional, “What’s up with Chelsey? I thought she would be happy that I was doing well, especially since she kept trying to help me become popular… I have to hand it to her, since evidently they don’t think I’m boring anymore, but I don’t wanna make her angry!” She frowns.
Layla says in the confessional, “You know, I don’t NEED popularity polls. I’m sure I’m last again. But who needs them when you have moneeey!” She cackles.
Julia says in the confessional, “It says something that I’d rather hang out with freakin’ ARTHUR than these people. Except Flora, she’s nice. But I don’t really like nice.”
Chelsey attempts to recollect herself. “All right, fine. I’m going to take a shower, guys. Later!” she says condescendingly and walks into the bathroom.
“Gosh, what’s her deal? She’s so snobby and patronizing…” says Layla. Everyone stares at her.
“I didn’t mean to hurt her,” says Flora. “I don’t think it was my fault about the polls, was it?”
“Nope, wasn’t your fault!” says Layla. “But it will be your fault if my toenails are not polished by the end of the day. GET TO WORK, PLEBEIAN.”
“But--” says Flora.
“I’ll do it,” says Julia grumpily, and she takes out some nail polish with Larry Fashions’ face decorated on the jar.
“Ew, gross, I don’t want THAT on my feet, he’s so repulsive--” begins Layla.
“Do NOT go any further,” says Julia menacingly. Layla shuts up.
The next morning, the guys are shown downstairs, where Arthur and Wolfgang are interacting. “So, uh, what is it with that orange eye shadow?” Arthur says. “You’re quite a feminine laddie.”
“Oh, Arthur, you think that’s orange? Ha, ridiculous! Once I rented my Uncle Carl…os's tanning booth to get more Burromuerto-esque and accidentally took a nap in it for twelve hours. THAT's true orange,” says Nic.
“I’m about to throw a true orange at your face if you keep this up,” Wolfgang says, holding up a fruit basket. “Wait, actually I’m REALLY hungry. Hey, who wants to split a watermelon?”
“Not me…” Trey says. “I’m already fueled up, thanks to my tofu… Pretty nutritious… And delicious...”
“God, Trey, seriously? Watermelons are amazing sources in Vitamin C!” yells Wolfgang.
“No, we must weaken him. Do not let him eat the watermelon,” whispers Nic.
“Oh, yeah, gotcha,” grunts Wolfgang. “Yeah, Trey, don’t eat the watermelon. You’ll actually grow a watermelon plant in your stomach from the seeds.”
“My stomach is so knotted figuratively that it feels like there’s already a watermelon tree in there, so I don’t see the difference…” says Trey. He snatches the watermelon from Wolfgang’s hands.
“DUDE!” Wolfgang yells. “I need my nutrients! Haven’t eaten anything that good since the German truffles… that Puck just had to feed to Versace.”
“Well, well, well, I could always share my Famished-Male Microwaveable Dinner™,” Arthur says. “The only part I have not eaten yet is the sweet corn, though, which seems to be liquidized.”
Wolfgang says in the confessional, “Ugh, the challenge better not have anything to do with athleticism, because freaking Trey just had to go and steal my fuel for the day.”
Roz’s voice is heard on the loudspeaker. “HEEEY, GUYS! I’m excited to announce that your challenge begins… now! Come outside real quick and I’ll get to explaining!”
The contestants are then shown outside, in what looks like a giant battlefield with lots of port-a-potties lined up on the outsides of it.
“Okay, guys! So, who remembers the Total Drama Revolution challenge ‘Super Smash Sisters’? You know, the one where Vincent almost died?” Roz says. “If not, well… We’re doin’ it again.”
“What, are you actually kidding me?!” Chelsey says. “That challenge was lethal. Never again.”’
“Heh-heh, lethal things are fun!” says Roz. “Come on! Anyway, we have some ‘sponsors,' and they’re releasing a new game on the Wuu! pretty soon, so they wanted us to do a redux of this challenge to promote it. I don’t know jack-squat about viddy games, well, except for that illegally created hack of Speed the Porcupine called Chappy the Science Teacher. I had nothing to do with it. But anyway, I guess you guys have to make costumes and weapons for the brawl. And I WILL be assigning the costumes!”
“Uh, Roz, do I HAVE to participate in the challenge?” yawns Layla.
“Yas!” says Roz. “This challenge’ll only work if we got all eight contestants participating!”
Chef then walks by and hands each contestant a slip of paper. Julia groans loudly as she looks at hers, and Arthur laughs heartily when he sees his. “All right, y’ guys got twenty minutes. Hurry up!” says Chef.
The scene cuts to twenty minutes later. Arthur struts out of the dressing room dressed in a large fake pink nose with an attached mustache, elf shoes, and a ripped vest.
“Hey, good thing those Microwaveable Dinner™s have copious amounts of garlic and ‘bean paste,’” Arthur giggles. “I am ready.”
Chelsey struts out dressed as Infinity Suit Spamus, with the exact same costume as she had in Revolution. “Well, at least I got lucky with this one,” she says. “I still think it’s quite flattering.”
“Ooooh, it is!” says Nic, who’s dressed as Growser. “Check me out, Chelsey! Don’t you agree that this skin-tight yellow suit and hardy green shell show off my rippling abdomen?”
“Um, nope,” says Chelsey.
Julia comes out with a pink wig and a pink dress with a flower on it. “Who the hell even is ‘Townsperson’?!” she says. “What kind of kiddies even play these games?!”
“DOWN-B!” yells Arthur, and he farts, creating a massive sickly green cloud.
“...Toilet humor? I’m not surprised that you’re still mentally stuck in fifth grade,” says Julia, and she hides behind Nic’s giant shell. He stares at her and giggles. “What are YOU looking at?!” she yells.
Wolfgang materializes, dressed as ‘Shelk’ with a blonde wig and a red and black, technological-looking uniform. “This should be fun,” he snorts. As soon as he catches a whiff of the scent, he gags.
Flora then appears, dressed as Zedla from the Myth of Zedla series. “I don’t really play video games, that’s mostly my brother Aiden’s thing… He only really likes Cavecraft, anyway,” she says.
“Isn’t that the game with the phallic green objects that sneak up on you and blow your @#$% up?” says Wolfgang with an eyebrow raised. “Not violent enough for me. I prefer FPSes.”
Layla then appears, dressed in a slightly generic pink dress and a crown. “This is WAY too basic for me,” says Layla. “Like, what is this?!” She runs her fingers through the fabric. “Polyester?! Cheap.”
“It’s better than what I got…” says Trey, who is dressed as ‘Loch’ with a blue and yellow striped shirt and a red baseball cap. “Even my outfit sucks…”
Trey is shown in the confessional. “Okay, so this costume is actually great. More ways for everyone to underestimate me, and then I can whoop butt in the challenge and they won’t see it coming! Man, I’m a genius.”
Layla says in the confessional, “He needs to STOP with the self-loathing. Okay, we get it, he’s not pretty or rich or friendly or smart. Shaddap.”
“Okay, guys!” says Roz with a megaphone. “So, you guys remember the… technical difficulties that happened last time we did this challenge, right? Well, here to demonstrate what NOT to do: please welcome ex-Total Drama contestants Cammy and Vincent!”
A car drops off Cammy, who looks pretty much the same, and Vincent, whose hair is now blue, shorter, and spiky, and speeds away.
“‘Ello, mates!” says Vincent. “Uh, Roz, why’d you make me do this again?”
“Relax, Vincent, I’m not gonna do anything this time. Demonstration only, remember?” says Cammy.
Cammy is shown in the confessional. “Normally, I wouldn’t do anything to the guy, but since I wasn’t invited back to this season AND since Tricky was absolutely robbed, I feel like stirring some @#$% up.”
Cammy pulls out a bazooka. “Rrrready?”
“Wait, that was NOT the pre-approved weaponry!” says Roz. “I knew we should’ve gone with someone safer…”
Before Roz can continue, Cammy shoots a massive gooey blob of a sticky pink gum-like substance at Vincent from the bazooka, and it hits him and explodes.
“Ow!” yells Vincent. “Crikey, what gives?!”
“Poor girl,” says Chelsey from the sidelines. “Obviously still bitter that she’s ridiculously unpopular.” She then looks at Flora, and twitches nervously.
“CHEF!” yells Roz. Chef appears along with an intern, and they grab Cammy and throw her into a car, which speeds away. Vincent manages to get up from the ground and then leaves, muttering crude words.
“Okay, that really didn’t go as expected. But, uh, there are little cartons around that have items in them, so you can break ‘em open and use what’s inside… hopefully they won’t be explosive or life-threatening,” says Roz.
“Yeah. Hopefully,” says Chef as he grins evilly.
“You guys ready for the first matchup?!” says Roz.
“Not at all,” says Layla.
“Wolfgang! Versus! Arthur!” yells Roz. “You guys have two minutes! First person to fly out of the arena loses, and the other person moves onto the next round! Ready…”
Wolfgang and Arthur get into the arena. Wolfgang looks fairly nervous, while Arthur is grinning smugly. “GO!” yells Roz.
Arthur randomly pulls out a motorcycle out of nowhere, and speeds towards Wolfgang.
“What the--” says Wolfgang. He then jumps over Arthur and lands on his face in the dirt. As he gets up, he sees Arthur, holding the motorcycle and rushing towards him.
“Back-slash!” shouts Wolfgang, and he hits Arthur with a red foam sword.
“My unmentionables!” yells Arthur, obviously in pain.
“I’m really feeling it!” says Wolfgang. Arthur then sneaks up behind him with a baseball bat. “Wait...”
Arthur swings and hits Wolfgang in the behind, rocketing him out of the arena. “And I did not even have to use Down-B,” says Arthur proudly. “Congrats to myself.”
Wolfgang says in the confessional, “WHY?! I blame Trey for this completely. Thanks a lot for taking my watermelon. I want that guy gone.”
“Arthur wins!” announces Roz. “Next up, we got Flora and Julia versus each other. Ready, girls?”
“Actually, uh, Roz?” says Flora. “I feel really bad having to fight someone.”
“Are you KIDDING ME?!” Julia says. “You can’t escape being all girly and prissy for literally one second to just have a nice old-fashioned smackdown?”
“Aw, it just makes me feel upset when I injure people!” says Flora. “Julia, you can go onto the next round.”
“What even…” says Julia. “All right, ugh, fine.”
Chelsey says in the confessional, “Oh, thank GOD Flora forfeited that thing. Now she won’t win another challenge and I can get rid of her before she becomes too popular! Little Miss Blandypants, you’re going DOWN.”
Flora smiles and sits down on the bleachers next to Nic. “Listen, can I tell you somethin’?” says Nic.
Nic is interrupted by Roz. “Next round!” she says. “Chelsey versus Layla. You girlies ready to ACTUALLY FIGHT?! Seriously, we need some better ratings. You better actually brawl.”
“Oh, we’re going to brawl, all right,” says Layla, grinning menacingly.
“Ready?! GO!” yells Roz. Layla and Chelsey immediately run towards each other and start slapping each other.
“Use your pistol!” shouts Trey to Chelsey.
“Pistol? Oh, honey, not on MY watch,” says Layla. She opens one of the containers and reveals a paper fan, which she starts hitting Chelsey repeatedly with.
“Ow! My foundation!” yells Chelsey, touching her face repeatedly while being whacked.
“Okay, Flora, let me begin,” says Nic on the sidelines. “Trey is not who he seems. I know you think he is cool, since you like basically everyone, but…”
“LAYLA WINS!” yells Roz, motioning to a fainted Chelsey outside of the arena and Layla standing in the middle with her fan.
“What was that, Nic? Oh, wait, I think you have to battle now! Sorry!” frowns Flora.
“Yep, he does!” says Roz.
“Wait, wait, WAIT,” interrupts Chelsey. “There is NO WAY that was fair. Why was she able to whack me repeatedly with a fan?! Seriously, that’s so uncool.”
“Um, it’s the name of the game,” says Layla. “Deal with it, commoner.”
“Commoner? Commoner?! Well, uh…” says Chelsey. “Did YOU get 658 likes on your most recent selfie? I don’t THINK so!”
“Actually, I got 659,” says Layla. “Daddy has some friends. Haha, suck it!”
“Ladies, ladies, calm down,” says Roz, trying to mediate. “Anyway, Nic, you’re goin’ up against… Trey!”
“Shocker,” grumbles Nic. “Do not worry, I’m going to take you down.”
“I’m sure you will…” says Trey. “After all, I used to do P90X… Until I got back from Tiki Island… Now my body is all flabby and gelatinous…"
Roz blows the whistle signifying ‘go.' Nic tries to tackle Trey, who moves out of the way and grabs one of the containers. He throws a trophy-shaped object from inside the container and an intern somehow pops out, charging at Nic and beating him up.
“PK THUNDER!” yells Trey, and he throws a plastic lightning bolt at Nic’s face.
After being beaten up for a while, Nic suddenly snaps out of it and tackles Trey, then removes his large plastic shell and hits Trey with it repeatedly.
“Feel the wrath of one thousand Burromuertos!” yells Nic.
Trey and Nic continue to go at it. “Pretty suspicious how Trey seems to not be a mopey sad-sack when he’s doing challenges, huh?” says Wolfgang from the audience.
“Yeah! He’s really motivated! I like it a lot, it’s nice,” says Flora.
“But why?!” says Wolfgang.
Nic then launches Trey into the crowd using his massive shell. “NIC! WINS!” yells Roz.
“Yeah, I know…” says Trey, who has crashed into the bleachers. “Thanks for clarifying, Catherine Obvious…”
Roz clears her throat. “Okay, we are now moving into the second round. Layla, Julia, Arthur, Nic, congrats! You’re all one step closer to winning the challenge. We’ll do girlies vs. guys, so Layla and Julia, you’ll be up first.”
“Finally, some actual competition,” says Julia. Roz blows the whistle, and the two start.
Julia takes out a seed from her pocket and puts it into the dirt, and a tree spontaneously grows from the ground. “Timber!” she yells.
“What the heck?!” says Layla. “Uh…” She reaches into her dress pocket and pulls out a stuffed doll with a mushroom-shaped turban. “HA! Got myself a shield!”
Julia, who is hurtling towards Layla on a strange flying object, is blocked by the shield and falls on top of Layla.
“Ugh! Get your butt off of me!” yells Layla.
“Now you know how I felt when I was crushed by Arthur the other day!” growls Julia. Arthur, from the stands, guffaws loudly.
Julia hops off of Layla, picks up a massive crate from the side of the arena, and throws it at Layla. The crate explodes, and lots of food flies out.
“Ow! Ugh! Why?!” yells Layla, whose face has been pied.
Julia then picks up Arthur’s baseball bat and hits Layla, winning the round. “Julia moves on!” yells Roz.
Layla says in the confessional, “Great. I got beaten by a freaking shrimp like Julia. I wish I was as jacked as Charles. Ughhh.”
“Arthur versus Nic,” says Roz. “Now, this should be an interesting one.”
“Bro, if you win, you can face Julia in the finals,” says Wolfgang. “What a wonderful way to start a relationship, right?”
“Hush!” says Arthur. “That’s confidential information! Don’t spill the legumes!” He whistles. “Hey, Roz, just for that, I have decided to forfeit this match. Nic moves onto the finals.”
“Thank god…” says Trey. “You’re not immune… Maybe you can go home tonight and take your emotional terrorizing somewhere else…”
“Dude, I only did it because I did not want my loins to get pounded by Julia. I must assert myself,” says Arthur. “Nothing to do with you.”
“Well, FINE THEN! You guys just have to remove all the excitement, huh? Okay. Finale time. Julia versus Nic. You ready?!” says Roz.
Nic says in the confessional, “Do not tell anyone, but Julia is kinda scary. Yes, I like strong women, but…”
“BRING IT ON!” yells Julia.
Roz yells “GO!” and the match starts.
“Timber! AGAIN!” says Julia, as she spontaneously plants another tree.
“I love your passion for saving the earth, but this is quite--” says Nic. “What would Alejandro do… Hmm…” He grabs some boxing gloves. “Let me pretend that you’re my evil older brother, Jose!” He pounces onto Julia.
Nic says in the confessional, "Well, his name's Joey and he’s actually my cousin, but she doesn't have to know that."
“Ha, you’re so puny,” says Julia, before she’s hit in the face.
“This is one of the most pathetic displays of anything I’ve ever witnessed, seriously,” says Wolfgang from the audience.
“Not as pathetic at Chelsey’s beliefs that she’s more popular than me. I mean, hahahaha, right?” Layla says.
“There’s NO WAY we’re starting this again,” says Chelsey. “Didn’t we already come to the conclusion that I’m better?”
“Actually, I am!” says Flora sweetly. “Remember the poll?”
“Yes…” says Chelsey, beginning to sweat. “How could I… n-n-NOT remember the poll…”
“JULIA! WINS! IMMUNITY!” yells Roz, and an unconscious Nic is shown next to Julia, who looks extremely happy. “The rest of you guys, get back to camp because one of ya is leaving tonight, kk?”
Julia says in the confessional, “Finally won one of these freakin’ things. Now, if I could get Arthur out, I’d be pretty pleased. Although, Chelsey is also pretty bad…”
The contestants are shown back at camp. “Okay, Flora, listen, I was trying to tell you some stuff earlier but wasn’t able to,” says Nic.
“What is it?” asks Flora.
“Trey. He’s a bad dude. I promise,” says Nic.
Wolfgang pops up from behind the two. “Yeah, I can confirm this,” he says. “Believe me, Flora, you’re one of the few cool people here. And I wouldn’t lie to you like this.”
“And I’m not one of the few cool people here?” asks Nic.
“...Yeah, let’s discuss that some other time,” says Wolfgang. “Point is, he’s a dubious dude. And I want him to leave, seriously.”
“Aw, I don’t know, guys,” says Flora. “Can’t I just not vote for anyone? I feel guilty.”
Trey is shown in the confessional. “I heard Wolfgang was throwing some shade at me. That is really not good. Arthur is weakened due to Gary’s departure, but are Wolfgang and Arthur even aligned? That’s something I need to figure out…”
“Chelsey…” says Trey, walking up to her. “We still have our alliance? I might ask you for a favor…”
“Trey, I’m NOT in the mood,” says Chelsey. “I’m voting Flora tonight. All strategy is going out the window. Sorry, but I just can’t keep her in.”
“But I thought you hated Layla too…” says Trey. “And Wolfgang…”
“Oh, I don’t hate Wolfie at all! He’s a nice dude. Layla sucks, but I can get rid of her whenever I please. Flora needs to GO. Seriously!” bellows Chelsey.
Chelsey says in the confessional, “Look. I know I’m usually more… cool, calm, and collected than this. But like, if I continue to have breakdowns like this, the fan forums WILL deem me as a ‘trainwrecky g.oddess’ and I’ll shoot back up to the top of the popularity polls in no time!”
Layla is sitting on the couch with Arthur, who’s playing a video game, and Julia, who’s scrolling through social media.
“Do you guys even care at this point?” Layla says. “Because, you know, I don’t. I’ll honestly vote for whoever you guys tell me to vote for.”
“Trey,” says Arthur, as Julia says “Arthur” at the same time.
Layla says in the confessional, after sighing, “Why am I even doing this again? Charles, right? Seriously, is it worth it? I mean, it’s not like my parents care. Daddy’s all busy doing his businessy nonsense and Mother is always trying to find ways to divorce Daddy but still be able to keep a large sum of our money… Fuck. And YEAH, I just dropped the one F-bomb of the story for the second time in a row. Suck it, losers.”
Roz is then shown at the elimination ceremony with the contestants. “Heyyy, guys! So, tonight we’re going to pull up the Screen of Death,” Chef wheels in a portable TV, “and see who you guys voted for! It’s to increase ratings, apparently! Isn’t that super duper whooper hooper fun?!”
“No… I don’t want them to see my deep existential crises that occur every time I have to vote someone out…” says Trey.
“Aw, Trey, I feel the same, I’m so attached to everyone, you know?” says Flora.
The screen turns on, and reveals Julia in the confessional. “HA. I’m SAFE. Anyway, I’m voting Arthur. It’s very concerning that that slimeball has a thing for me. But he’s gotta leave at some point, right?”
“Not if we are the final two again, m’lady,” says Arthur. “Hashtag two time winners.”
Chelsey is shown in the confessional. “I’m voting Flora! Yeah, she HAS TO GO. I’m sorry, but nobody should be able to beat me in the popularity polls. After all, my label is ‘The Popular Girl.’ What’s Flora’s? ‘Some Girl.’ I mean, who’s the clear winner here?”
“Aw, Chelsey, you’re still mad? Here, I got you a flower,” says Flora, holding up a dandelion.
“I don’t want your freaking weeds!” yells Chelsey, smacking it out of Flora’s hand. “Hmph.”
Wolfgang is shown next on the screen. “Voting Trey. Should be pretty self-explanatory. He’s the shadiest guy I’ve ever seen. I don’t buy his reindeer games one bit.”
“Mmm… Juicy…” says Chef in between laughter.
Roz then presses the remote, and Nic’s confessional is shown. “I am voting Trey. Sorry, bro, but-- wait. You’re not even my bro! Fool! Begone!”
“Wow, didn’t see that coming…” says Trey, as he rolls his eyes.
Flora is then shown in the confessional. “I’m sorry, I love all of you, but I guess I’m voting for Layla? Sorry, she’s kinda rude… I promise I’m not trying to be mean or anything. Sorry, Layla!”
Layla opens her mouth to say something, but says nothing but an exasperated sigh.
Trey is then shown in the confessional. “Wolfgang…” he says, and nothing else.
“Aw, really? That’s it? Nothing more?” says Wolfgang.
“What else would I say…” says Trey.
Layla is then shown in the confessional. “Well, um, I’m voting Wolfgang, I guess. I really don’t care who leaves. I could vote for the Rice Fairy or something and it wouldn’t matter. Ugh.”
“Aaaand, we’re down to the final vote!” says Roz. “Trey or Wolfgang? Who’s gonna go home?” She gets ready to press the button, and…
“Um, not so fast!” exclaims Layla. “Stop that TV.”
“What now?” says Roz. “We’ve got an elimination to attend to, c’mon Laylay!”
“No. Listen. Roz, I’m out of here,” says Layla. “Yep. You heard me right. I’m quitting. There is nothing to be gained from this game, seriously. I’m fed up with every single person here, well, with the possible exception of Flora. I’m not going to win again and even if I did win, I’d feel guilty taking the money, what with the amount of cash I already have. The only reason I’m still here is to argue with commoners -- yeah, Chelsey, I still hate you -- and not do anything. Plus, this is what would make Charles the most proud of me. I want to see the guy again, to be honest, and I feel kinda bad, which may really surprise some of you, but I don’t care.”
“Bye, Felicia!” sneers Chelsey.
“You know what? I’m not going to dignify that with a response. Later, losers,” says Layla. “I’m out. I hope this finally makes Charles -- and those viewers who apparently hate me -- happy.” She walks over to the Boat of Losers and hops in. Notably, she has a wistful half-smile on her face the whole time.
“Well, uh…” says Roz. “The last vote WAS for Trey, but I suppose since we’re down one person, we won’t send anyone home tonight. Plus, Trey seems to stir up quite a bit of drama, and me likey drama. But aw, that’s sad! Layla was certainly a fan favorite.”
“God, I thought Layla was a legitimately horrible human being,” says Wolfgang. “It’s weird how that’s not the case, huh? Makes you think.”
“Amigo, there are still some legitimately horrible human beings here. Trust me. Count on it,” says Nic.
“Well, looks like Layla’s quit just added MORE to the drama!” says Roz. “We only have seven contestants left! Who will go home next? Will the contestants be spooked in a spooktacular spookfest that is very spooky? Find out next time on Total… Drama… Superstar Showdown!”