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*CHIRP*

It was early in the morning and I was sitting on the boy's cabin deck with Duncan and Geoff talking about how I felt since they thought I seemed a bit off yesterday.

I told them it was nothing to worry about and that I'd be fine in no time. They dismissed it although I could tell Duncan wanted to know what was messing with my head.

Chris woke me up early this morning and told me I was supposed to be making sure the campers didn't ruin or break anything while he slept in a few more hours. I complied and got on with it, but when Duncan told me he was going to carve a skull onto the side of the cabin I just let him get on with it cause I just couldn't care less.

"Okay! Who's made s'mores out of my underwear?!" A loud, cracking voice sounds from behind me, it was, of course, Harold. He was holding the s'more in his hands. the boys start laughing, even I manage to muster a chuckle. I had no idea they even did this but still found it a little funny nonetheless.

Harold grabs the blue underwear and flings it to his right, off the deck.

"Ew!" I hear from the side of the cabin "Harold! You are so totally gross!" The obnoxious voice continues, it was very clearly Courtney.

"No, wait! It wasn't me! Idiots!" Harold complains waking in and slamming the cabin door shut behind him.

"Sometimes, he just makes it too easy," Geoff states to the other two of us still on the deck.

"Heh, I hear you, man," Duncan adds.

A voice belonging to Chef beings to blast through the megaphones near the cabins. "Listen up, you little cockroaches! I want all campers to report to the Dock of Shame at 0900 hours!" everyone looks around at each other and shrugs, I pull out my phone and see that it's 9:00. so that's what he means.

"Guys that means now. Come on!" I shout and stand up as everyone turns to me surprised. I start gathering everyone together and making them line up remembering what today's challenge was.

I also have to admit the last couple of days I'd really gotten the hang of the whole co-host thing. Even if the host is a total dick, and even if I did do more work than the regular host.

TOTAL DRAMA ISLAND

We were now at the dock where I had gotten everyone to line up without causing a scene when chef suddenly waltzes in and pulls out his megaphone. Before saying a word to the campers he whispers a little, good job, to me before walking over to the campers, is it that easy to tell I'm grumpy also, what happened to the old chef?

"Lone up and stand at attention!" there's the old chef. He walks in front of them like it's a boot camp. "You call this proper formation?! Knees together!" He whacks Geoff's knees with a cane causing him to put them together and voice in pain.

"Arms down!" He whacks Duncan's folded arms.

"Eyes forward!" He says to DJ causing him to stare directly into the camera lens.

"Head up!" He places the cane under Heather's chin and then started whacking Harold for no apparent reason.

"Oh, this is gonna be a fun day." I hear Gwen whisper to Trent who looks back at her smugly.

"What did you say to me, soldier?!" Chef asks her with a megaphone poked right against her ear.

"Um... Nothing?" She reply's worried.

"And you'll continue to say nothing until I tell you that you can say something!" She nods in agreement. "Today's challenge will not be an easy one. In fact, I do not expect everyone to come out alive." Owen starts chuckling as Chef whacks him on the back.

"Aww, that hurt!"

"My orders are to make sure that all of the babies in front of me drop out of my boot camp except one. The last one standing wins immunity for their team!"

"Uh... what happened to Chris?" Heather asks me actually concerned.

"Honestly, I couldn't care less." I reply as she scrunches her face and goes back to 'proper formation'

"Rule number one! You will address me as Master Chief! Have you got that?!" Chef demands

"Yes, Master Chief!" They all chant in unison.

"You will sleep when I tell you to sleep! And you will eat only when I tell you to eat! Is that clear?!" He says addressing Geoff directly.

"Yes, Master Chief!" He reply's

"Rule number two! When you are ready to give up, you will walk to the end of the dock and ring the bell." He points to the hung-up bell on the end of the dock. "Which brings me to rule number three! I'll have to get one quitter before the end of the first day! And that day will not end until someone drops out! Now get your butts down to the beach, soldiers! Now, now, now!"

They start running and screaming as they rush down there.

As Chef and I walk to the beach behind them my phone goes off in my pocket, I pull it out and see a message from a random number considering this is a new phone.

"I hope you're behaving, Morgan." I read the message, well that's not embarrassing, I think to myself even though I know exactly who it's from since only one person could have this number.

"sure, whatever. I don't really care." I reply and place my phone back into my pocket, just for it to sound again.

"We still need to have that talk, you know?"

"sounds slightly like u problem."

•••

When we finally get to the beach this is when the action can start.

"Listen up! Each team will hold a canoe over their heads! I catch you taking your hands off the canoe, and you will be eliminated. And no one eats lunch until someone drops out. Canoes up!"

"Pfft! This isn't that hard." Owen says.

"Piece of cake!"

•••

A few hours later Chris turns up and starts talking to Chef where we were both standing at the edge of the beach. I stand there awkwardly in silence watching the campers and I try and slowly shuffle away from Chris who is uncomfortably close to me and it's starting to give me an icky feeling.

I continue in my efforts of avoiding the man as he suddenly realised and grabs my wrist.

"Morgan, I need to talk to you." He sternly asserts.

"Never.." I say sarcastically dragging on the word, slowly tilting my head. he rolls his eyes at me and begins to walk off toward the forest still holding my wrist.

"Do you mind?" I ask him standing my ground as he lets go causing me to rub my wrist slightly.

"I need to talk to you."

"I know! Now spit it out!" I raise my voice impatiently resting my left hand on my hip. "Let's hear what you have to say"

"Okay... Obviously, I can't deny what I said 'cause you know— you heard me say it, but I can say that what I said there wasn't the only reason I decided to make you co-host." He admits to me in a softer tone than before.

"Okay..." I slur my word. "Then why did Chef say, and I quote 'Is it really okay to toy with a girls feeling like that." Chris pauses and slightly opens his mouth to say something just to shut it again. "Let's face it, you're a compulsive idiot."

"Says the one who had a huge crush on me anyways! And then you come onto my show and act like you even had a chance with me!" Chris yells. "Morgan, you act as if I owe you an apology because I put you into this for ratings when I did exactly the same to everyone else too. this is a fucking reality show. It's my job!" My stomach drops a little, he has a point about the whole job thingy I can't lie.

I sigh and rub the back of my neck "So rating were up, I got voted out, you wanted to keep me around a little longer?" He nods. "And about the whole 'crush' thing that you mentioned; I was like 12 years old and obsessed with a boy band. It's normal!"

"Yeah, but do you seriously think celebrities are as they seem on TV? My whole persona is practically an act!"

"Clearly," I suppose I learnt my lesson here but I still wanted to be mad at him. We awkwardly stood there staring at each other. After a while, he walks past me towards where we were filming.

He heavily sighs. "You can quit if you really want." He has no character left in his voice by this point. "I honestly wouldn't blame you." Gosh, he's so dramatic.

•••

We walk back at a far distance from each other and most of the campers are straining and hungry.

"Come on, you sissies! It's only been three hours!" Chef announces.

"Looks like they missed lunch today, right Mo." He seems completely unfazed by what just happened, and the audacity he has to call me Mo...

"Mhm.." I murmur crossing my arms over my chest.

"Mmhmm. Guess they just weren't hungry! Unless someone wants to quit now." Chef asks the campers as we hear a loud stomach growl.

"Don't even think about it, Owen!"

•••

Chris and Chef were now sitting on top of the Canoes, I was told I had to stay off of them though to watch the campers.

I see Geoff let go of the Canoe and pick up a fishing rod, But am I going to snitch on him? Absolutely not. He hooks the rod to the back of Harold's underwear and reels the line in.

"Time to land that fish." I hear Duncan whisper, Geoff suddenly pulls even harder and the underwear rips.

"Ow! Idiots!" Harold Complains letting go of the Canoe and holding his butt and he snaps his hands pack up as Chef peeks his head down.

"Is there a problem down here?!"

"No."

•••

At this point, Chris had finally gone, probably crying on a live stream for views as Chef tells the campers a story as he and I sit peacefully around a fire pit, I have to admit after the day I've just had it was rather relaxing.

"Twenty-five of us went to the jungle that night. Only five came back out." Owen's snoring radiates in the background.

"What war were you in, anyway?" Gwen yawns.

"Did I ask you to speak?! Because I don't remember asking you to speak!" Chef points out.

"Whatever. He so wasn't in a war." Gwen rolls her eyes.

"Guys, I-I can't do this anymore," Lindsay whines and lets go of the canoe walking towards the bell. "I have no more feeling in my arms."

"Looks like we got ourselves a quitter!"

"Don't do it, Lindsay!" Owen begs of her as the bell rings.

"Aww..." Trent complains as they all drop the canoes.

"Listen here. You have nothing to be ashamed of." I say to her trying to comfort her and you know. Spread a little bit of appreciation around.

"Except being a little baby that let your team down! As for the rest of you, head to the mess hall! Dinner is served!" Thanks for that Chef, much appreciated.

"Sweet Marie, thank you!"

•••

"All right, maggots! Open your ears! You've got ten minutes to eat before night training begins! Get to it!" Chef warns the campers. We're now standing in the dining hall. I'm conveniently placed next to Chris again who keeps sparing me a look every now and then.

"No way!"

"Um, excuse me? Master Chief? Where's the food?" Gwen questions him as he waves out three trash cans.

"You're looking at it." Chef chuckles as Owen takes a peek in the can.

"This is the leftover garbage from this morning's breakfast." He points out.

"Darn right! When you're at war, you take what you can get!" Chef shouts as Owen digs his hand in the can and fetches the least edible-looking thing in there and gobbles it down.

"Well, I can see you've got this under control. I'm off to craft services. Coming?" Chris motions to Chef who follows after.

"Serve me up some of that." Chef answers and turns to me. "Mo, are you coming?" I look up at him and nod.

"Sure."

•••

Well as you'd expect, that dinner was as awkward as you'd expect it to be. Chef definitely knew something was up because let's face it. We weren't exactly subtle with it.

Now Chef and I were performing some 'begging your mum for a sleepover' type dance for the campers to copy but it's to some bootleg version of Micheal Jackson's Thriller.

Suddenly the music stops and I turn to see it was Duncan who is now standing by the boom box.

"Duncan, what are you doing?" Courtney asks him confused.

"One of us drops out, we're done for the day," Duncan states to the group.

"We're done when I say we're done! Now drop and give me twenty!" Duncan complies and does twenty push-ups whilst staring at me and Chef evily, I subtly shrug at him and turn to the rest of the campers. "Anyone else got anything they want to say?"

"Uh, yeah. Can I go to the bathroom?" Gwen asks crossing her legs.

Little did she know that she'd be mopping the grubby floors in there as well.

•••

"For your next challenge, you will complete a three-hundred-word essay about how much you love Morgan... and me. Anyone who falls asleep or fails to complete the challenge will be eliminated!"

The clock ticks for a long long time and suddenly a buzzer sounds and the majority of the scribbling around us stops. Everyone at this point was majorly exhausted, including me.

"Crap," Harold mutters as Chef snatches away his paper. I picked up the other half of the camper's essays and hand them to him. The top one he had was Duncan's.

"I love Morgan and Master Chief Hatchet because they are very very very very very very very very very very very very very very..." This is just one sentence with five pages of "very"s in between!" Chef reads it out to the world.

"It's three hundred words exactly! You can count them if you want."

"Good one," I mumble unenthusiastically to Duncan and accidentally slam my hand down on the table in front of him.

"Whoa! Ugh!" Chef slips over in Owens drool that's been piled on the floor. "Wipe up that drool, you little baby!"

Chef slams his hand down in front of Trent and DJ "You two slackers are out. The rest of you, get to bed and report to the playing field at 0500 hours."

"Uh, missed a spot there, General." Duncan walks over to Chef with a rag of sorts.

"Boy! Do you wanna run fifty laps around this camp right now?!" Duncan says nothing but smirks up at him.

"No thanks! He's going straight to bed. Aren't you?" Courtney grabs Duncan's shoulders and pulls him closer to her. "What are you trying to do? Get eliminated?" She says to Duncan in a hushed tone.

"I didn't know you cared." Duncan teases her slightly.

"I don't! I just don't wanna lose his challenge! So stop being such a screwup and do what you're told for once! Okay?" She walks away.

"She wants me," Duncan says looking towards me and Geoff putting his fist out for both of us. I accept of course.

"No doubt."

•••

Chef had told us to go to bed, which meant me inevitably meeting face to face with the man I really didn't want to see right now.

I open the door to the cabin a crack and look in and see no one, to be fair it was pretty late he must be sleeping. I walk into the cabin and see the sofa bed unfolded with the covers already laid out.

I walk further to the bed to see a note laying on it to which I roll my eyes. I unfold it and read the contents.

If we're gonna make this co-host thing work together, stop being a bitch to me in front of the cameras.

I can't lie, that's rather harsh. even for me.

•••

It's now 'morning' specifically. 0500 as chef had said the previous night. Luckily since I had to be out of the cabin by 5:00 I had managed to avoid Chris, which was a plus for me.

"You will all run this course until you can all complete it in under one minute," Chef announces to the entire group. "Am I making myself clear?" He says getting close to Duncan's face.

"Crystal," Duncan replies calmly.

"If you lose this for us, I'm gonna make you so miserable," Courtney says to Duncan from the other side of Geoff where she was standing.

"Go, maggots, go!" Chef yells at them.

They all start to run to attempt to complete the course, Chef turns to me with a look of sympathy.

"I know what's going on you know. I just wanted to let you know that even if you think you don't have Chris' approval, it doesn't matter. Most of the cast care for you, the viewers care for you and lastly so do I." Chef says slightly menacing almost as if he's shoving the praise down my throat.

"And I know you know. Anyways sorry if this sounds rude but when did you turn nice?" I scowl at him.

"Well if you must know, I 'turned nice' when Chris started caring for you."

"But you just said he didn't care."

"No, I never!" He yells a little. "From experience, he certainly wouldn't keep you around as long as he has just for ratings." Chef then walks away from me leaving me confused.

"Uh, General Crazy? We've got a situation here." Duncan points out making me look over to the scene to see Harold vomiting mud.

"Too... much..." He coughs mid-sentence "mud."

"Ring the bell and report to the infirmary! Your tour of duty is finished." Chef pats him on the back leaving him to walk away.

"Wow. Poor guy." Duncan says smirking at Geoff.

"Back on the course soldiers, now!" Geoff runs away instantly. "One false move and I'll be on you like stink on a poop wagon!"

"I look forward to it, sir!" Duncan salutes him.

•••

I watch from afar as I watch chaos ensue. Owen climbs up a wooden wall causing it to break and fall. Geoff climbs through a hood and falls into a pit of mud. Gwen's face plants into the mud. and Heather was hanging upside down from a rope with her ankle.

Suddenly Leshawna gets stuck in the mud underneath the swinging hammers and Duncan turns to her

"Fallen soldier, I salute you!" He snidely remarks, he continues to crawl forwards until he meets Chef's feet and looks up.

"You just bought yourself twenty more push-ups!"

"Thank you!" Duncan's eyes light up as he reaches up and kisses Chef on the nose. Chef growls in anger

"I think you may have pushed him over the edge, bro." I walk over to Duncan placing my hand on his shoulder.

"I... think you're right." Duncan fears

"I'm so sorry, D." I sympathise with him knowing what's up for him now.

"One-night solitary confinement. In the boathouse." Everyone gasps at his words.

"Big deal. How scary can it be?"

•••

Finally, it's time to eat breakfast and I'm sitting at a table with the man I don't wanna be near at the moment, although what Chef said earlier did make me feel slightly better.

"I mean, come on. I am nothing without my stubble." Chris says to Chef as I chew on my food watching them as I reach for my cup soon realising it's empty.

"Amen, brother," Chef responds to what Chris said before.

"Ugh— My cup is empty, I'm going to the fridge. Do either of you want anything?" I ask them both from my heart.

"Ha! When did you turn nice?" Chris asks me with a smile on his face. "Could you—"

"No, asshole," I mutter walking away with my empty glass.

"Are you sure you wanna go through with this?" I hear someone whisper by the fridge.

"Heck yes. This is the most fun I've had here yet!" I hear another voice say. It's so obvious who it was, It was Duncan and Courtney.

"What do