DJ was sleeping outside on the floor. Everyone was either playing cards, or eating sandwiches that everyone thinks Chef made.

I was just drawing under a tree. DJ is a really good Chef. Lindsay and Beth began predicting that there wasn't a challenge.

"Attention all Total Drama victims!" Chris said over the loud speaker." Please meet me in the north east corner of the studio palooza."

Everyone headed off. I looked to see DJ still sleep on the floor. I kneeled down and tapped his shoulder.

"DJ. We got a challenge. It's an elimination one, so we kinda gotta win." I said.

He got up and we both caught up with the rest of the group.

Heather started to go on another rant." We walked all the way over here. And lieutenant slick can't even bother to show up."

"Maybe he's racked up too much over time" Justin said." Figuring out new ways to torture us."

Chris then came out of no where screaming and falling. Blood splattered everywhere.

"Huh, guess the producers don't like paying overtime." Justin said.

"I'm worth every dime." Chris said.

"Aw, I was about to call dibs on your boat." Duncan said.

"It's magic of cinema, boys and girls. I'm absolutely, perfectly, Chris-ally fine. Wanna see how It's done?" Chris asked.

"No!" We all yelled.

Chris began explaining how he did it. Some sort of illusion. Didn't really care enough to listen. I wanna get the challenge done. Get closer to the million.

"Time for today's totally terrifying, blood-curdling, horror movie challenge. To figure out which team gets which challenge. A scream-off! Think of every day horror movie you've ever seen." Chris said.

"Oh my gosh! You guys, did you see that one where that posted rug learned to walk and smother cats? Or did I make that up?" Izzy asked.

Okay.... interesting. I would possibly watch that if it was a movie. But only if I literally had nothing better to do.

"All horror movies have one thing in common: fantastic screaming from actors and the killer's who stuff them." Chris said." Each team, pick a serial killer. If your serial killer can make you scream the loudest, your team wins!" Chris said.

We all grouped up and began strategizing.

"We have to pick Duncan, of course. Have you seen someone so serial killery?" Heather stated.

"Yeah. He'd be perfect." I added.

"I'm terrified of him on a daily basis." Harold said shaking.

"Plus he nailed the other acting challenges." Leshawna said.

Heather handed Duncan the mask. But Chef interfered.

"DJ's gotta do it." Chef said.

"But this is the first time our team agreed on something." Harold said.

"Yeah. Even Heather's agreeing. That says a lot." I said, getting a glare from bald Heather.

"DJ is doing it." Chef demanded.

"Uh, listen Chef. Maybe you can stick with your area with expertise with the sandwiches, and I'll stick to mine." Duncan said.

Chef picked him up and pulled his arm behind his back.

"Do you like having your arms attached to your torso?" Chef said. He threw Duncan on the ground and gave DJ the mask.

"Since when did Chef interfere with the challenges? Sounds kinda fishy to me." Leshawna said.

"Oh, that's me, sorry." Harold said pulling a sandwich out of his pants.

+

We all got in our places. Harold was I the forest, me and Leshawna were sitting in the potty and Heather and Duncan had to do a kiss scene.

DJ opened the door.

"Whoa? I'm busting in on you two on your private moment. Boy, is my face red." DJ said.

"You wanna win? Do the scene DJ." Leshawna said.

"Raw." DJ said in the least threatening tone ever.

Leshawna and I began laughing at the whole situation.

+

Chef interfered in the kissing scene that Duncan and Heather did. And DJ fainted.

"Well, looks to me that DJ and the well known screaming Gapher's won this one. Seeing as they buried the needle." Chris said." Join us after the break to see if DJ is still alive. DJ? Come in, DJ?"

We all circled around DJ to see if he was going to be okay.

"Is he okay?" I asked.

"I think he's saying something. "Leshawna said.

"Mama?" He said. Heather then slapped him." I need to see Chef." DJ said, but Heather slapped him again.

"Heather." I growled.

"What? He's still talking crazy." Heather said.

"Chef's in a meeting with the producers. A disciplinary meeting. He's in trouble. Not suppose to mess with the challenges." Chris said.

"I knew something was up." Leshawna said.

"Moving right along, it's time to pack those overnight bags, loser Grips. You and your sleeping bags are spending the night in the dining hall." Chris told them." Gapher's winners, back to the comfort of the tr6for a little R n' R. I'll see you in there in a half an hour. "

We sat near the trailers.

We were all waiting for Chris.

"DJ. You okay?" I asked.

He just shrugged. He didn't give me a verbal answer. Chris then came.

"The Killer Grips are sitting in the crafts services tent like sitting ducks. Your task is to make like special effect gross and frighten the pants off them. Or at least scare them enough to get them out of the tent before dawn." Chris said.

"How are we suppose to do that?" Heather asked Chris.

"It's your call. But, you get them out, your team wins invincibility and no body goes home. Also, just so you know. I told them some story about a security guard who died on set." Chris said chuckling.

"How are we gonna pull this off?" DJ asked.

"Just turn out the lights. Beth's afraid of her own shadow." Leshawna said.

"Chainsaws! I love a good chainsaw!" Duncan said with excitement.

"I got it!" Harold exclaimed. We had no clue what he had in mind, but we followed him." Thank you my lovely assistants. Now, the magnificent Harold is ready to scare off our opponents into subbmission, with the phantasm ball."

"I can't believe we're putting our teams date into the hands of a great dorko." Duncan insulted.

"You will quake, mortal. For all I've learned at Magic Steve's Magic Camp!" Harold said." Behold!"

Harold's attempt failed. Lindsay revealed to her team that it was just a soccer ball. Not just any soccer ball. Duncan's soccerball.

Duncan kick Harold in the nuts, causing him to fall over.

"You stick a hook in my soccer ball?" Duncan asked.

"It was all in the name of magic." Harold defended.

I chuckled a little. Nice work Harold. I had plans to pop that ball. Guess he beat me to it.

"You have to admit, it was quite-"

"Zip it, Harry Hou-Weenie. I'm taking charge now." Duncan said.

Duncan's plan was to use Corn syrup and ketchup to make blood.

"Needs more corn syrup. It's not quite scabby enough." Duncan said.

"I'll get some." DJ said.

Duncan started talking about this thing called Devil's Night. Sounds a little bit like Halloween.

DJ came back with the corn syrup.

"You really know your way around the kitchen, huh?" Harold said. DJ smiled nervously and shrugged. Hopefully no one's catching on.

Owen ended up licking off the so called 'blood'.

"Anyone else have some brilliant ideas? Anyone who's not Duncan." Heather ask.

"DJ and Derick hasn't said anything. Anyone that quite has to be thinking something." Leshawna said.

"I don't like scaring people. Mama says It's not gentlemanly and-" DJ started but was cut off by Leshawna.

"Well Mama's not here."

"And Papa Duncan want to win and go tkbe! So?" Duncan said pressuring DJ.

They started off with turning off the lights. Leshawna then started making spooky noises threw her megaphone.

"That's a go from Magic Harold and his charming assistant." Harold said.

All the Grips ran out except for Lindsay. I was dressed up as a dead cop in old torn clothes. I chased Lindsay out of the tent.

"Yes!" Me and Heather cheered in sync.

DJ frowned and walked off. Heather was ask for someone to help her down, but I didn't really need to worry about that, DJ looks upset.

I followed DJ to the elimination ceremony.

"Stop!" He yelled." I'm gonna do what I should've done a long time ago. Make Mama proud. I'm voting myself off."

"DJ! Why don't you and I have I have a chat before you do anything stupid." Chef said.

Chef was a little hard to take seriously. I mean. Do you see him. Pink is definitely not his color.

"No Chef! I'm tired of listening to you! Me and Chef had an illegal alliance." DJ said causing everyone but me and Chris to gasp.

"Wait! Wait! Wait! You've been cooking all the good food?" Owen asked." The pizza?! The cheesecake?! The sandwiches!?"

"Dude, you can't leave." Duncan said.

"Yeah, can't we just vote Chef off instead?" Justin asked while I chuckled.

"Sorry, but I gotta make it right for Mama." DJ sighed, walking off.

"Did anyone know about this?" Chris asked.

"He did!" Chef said pointing at me.

"You did?" Chris asked.

"No... well kinda. But I wasn't apart of it." I said.

"But you knew and still didn't tell me." Chris said.

"I though you knew. I mean, you're the host."

"Get off my show!" Chris said.

"What! But I-"

"Bye bye." Chris said.

I was forced into the Lamo-sine.

I crossed my arms and sat angry in the car.

"Dude. You quited?" DJ asked.

"No! I was booted for knowing about the alliance, And not saying anything. I swear this guy make up the rules as he goes." I complained.

"Aw.. man. Sorry Derrick. I didn't know that was gonna happen. You probably would've won if it wasn't for me." DJ said.

"It's not your fault. Though now I loss, I might as well go home. At least you happy." I said.