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The beautifully high-definition professional cameras had managed to perfectly capture the moment that everything had gone to shit. They had been filming the twenty-first episode for Total Drama Island when they’d gotten to one of the more… Unique parts of this challenge, the two teams racing in unison to be the very first to complete it. And this challenge was all about memory, the goal was to order the wooden heads in the correct elimination order.
You would think it’d be simple, but after ordering the third eliminated contestant, they began to realize on how they really had no clue about their previous competitors. It was very challenging, but they were definitely making their way through it! Currently, Duncan and Leshawna were taking the lead.
And to spice up the footage a little bit, and make it more interesting , Chris McLean had spotted something. Or more so, he’d caught Duncan doing something to one of the wooden heads, and you could say that his curiosity was definitely peaked. The cameras hadn’t been able to catch a good angle of whatever it was, so he decided on going to investigate himself. Seeing something peculiar sketched into the head of the teenager's semi-temporary girlfriend.
And what he’d discovered upon was absolutely hilarious , it was definitely very sweet, but there was no way in Hell he was going to admit that on a show that was anything but. This show was meant to be about drama, so if he made a big deal about it, so would the others.
He grinned as he snatched the head up from the table, “Most guys kiss girls they like, dude carves her head! ” He started, beginning to cackle at the absolute betrayal that was displayed on Duncan's face. Oh, it was beautiful.
Though, what wasn’t as beautiful, was what had followed. Specifically, after he’d spoke out the sentence, “Mr tough aint so tough-” And before he could so much as even blink, he was met with the hard force of the wooden projectile colliding with his head at full force.
“ Ack! ” And to the ground, he fell, as the other contestants began to stare for a moment. Thinking this to be dramatics, or some form of a distraction from the challenge, before rushing back to continue finishing their towers.
The two teams scrambled in rivalry, competing harder as they tried to solve it. They were slowly getting more and more restless with each passing minute, the tension getting higher as each other's tower grew taller. Chef had snorted out a laugh from the sidelines as he watched his partner fall, Chris had definitely deserved that. His laughter faded slightly as it had passed a good twenty-or-so second, and he was still lying down, huh.
But over inside the host's mind, he grimaced slightly, as he looked up towards the giant tower from his place on the ground, he squinted at the various familiar faces. That looked about right, probably… So unsteadily, he rose up to his feet, announcing out loud. “Weee have a winner! LeDunca and Shewananan take it, that means anybody can get voted off tonight! ” CRASH
And the lights were out as he crashed back down towards the ground, and the cameras were cut. Chris decided that maybe lying down was his best course of action for right now, because wow. His head hurt pretty badly.
Once the campers were ushered away by his brilliant, amazing, outstanding, incredible Chef Hatchet, the other walked over. He was sighing in understandable defeat. “You absolutely deserved that, y’know.”
Chris could only mumble embarrassedly from the ground. “I know. ”
Chef grimaced downward with a slight feeling of sympathy, “You good, man?” Well, this certainly felt familiar.
The other had grumbled out again, reaching out his hand with a silent plea for Chef to pull him up, with the other had, fast. Which felt absolutely horrible with how dizzy he was currently feeling. Chef thought to continue, “And that’s why you don’t make fun of ‘em, those kids are scary .” That got him to laugh a bit, shaking his head. Then pausing, because that didn’t feel too great.
But then, Chef turned over. Squinting a bit as the two stopped walking. “Your eyes look fucked.” Which got Chris to pout, muttering out a quiet, ‘rude’. Alright, he turned towards the host. “Nah, look towards me for just a second?”
Chris had looked a little irritated at suddenly stopping in the middle of their walk, for what? So that Chef could just stare at his face? He could do that any other time, say back in the trailer where they’d have no interruptions. Not in the middle of the now deserted challenge area. “My eyes are perfectly fine , thank you.” He hugged out, moving to go and push past.
“Your ear’s bleeding.” Okay, maybe that wasn’t as fine. He began to raise an open hand to feel for the source of the blood before Chris stopped him, pushing it back down.
“You and me are making a trip to the med tent, now. ”
He obliged.
“Why do you always have to be such a fucking idiot?” Chef huffed out again, he seemed to do that a lot. Mostly when it came to Chris. They were in the all too familiar medical tent, the one which they’d been in far too many times this season. “You’re dumb.”
“I’m aware. ”
“Sit, down. Shut up, look at me.” Chef beginning to roll his eyes at the prior remark, grabbed Chris’s face, the only thing that would actually get the others attention. All of this just to joke, “How many fingers?” Half-joking.
“I hit my head. I’m dizzy , not stupid.” He said, frowning.
“Who said you can’t be both? Now answer.”
“ Prick.” A pause, “Two.”
Chef nodded, clearly wasn’t all that bad then. He reached over to the plastic table, grabbing a water bottle from it. “Because you’re prone to dumbassery, I’m taking over today, and quit tryna’ fight it. Because I’m not having you die all because you hit your head on a piece of wood.”
“I got wood thrown at my head.”
“Seems like the same thing to me.” Chris pulled a face, in his mind those two were most certainly not the same thing, now in the slightest. Begrudgingly he opened up the luke-warm water and took a sip. It wasn’t that refreshing, it had been in the sun for a while and had a weird taste. Because, yes. Water could have a taste.
“I’m serious, if you end up dying on me and leaving me to host this crappy show, I’m gonna bring you back to kill you again.” He hummed, to which Chris nodded back at him, half believingly.
“Okay, but I’m hosting the marshmallow ceremony.”
“Now what part of, ‘ I’m taking over,' don’t you get?” It was the taking-over part, obviously. He had always been in charge and had no plans of changing that now.
“... I host that, you take over everything else?”
“Fine, but next time I’m not agreeing as easily.”