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The day began in the early hours of the morning the sun having just begun to break over the horizon, rays of gold spilling out and bathing the landscape in a warm glow.

The campers stood before Chris in their pyjamas, half asleep and grumbling as the host took a long sip from his coffee.

“Sleep well, campers?” he asked with a smirk.

One of Julia’s phones hit him on the head.

Chris groaned, rubbing his head. “How do you have this many phones, they’re contraband y’know.”
Julia shrugged. “You’ll never find them all.”

“Fine, but you’re on thin ice.”

“ICE?!” Wayne and Raj were at his side in an instant, stars in their eyes. Chris pushed their faces away.

“Metaphorical ice.” Hearing that, the hockey bros moped back over to the other campers, dragging their feet.

Bowie was next to speak, his arm wrapped around a disappointed Raj, “Can you just explain the challenge already so I can win and go back to bed?”

Julia snorted, “you, win? In your dreams.”

Bowie shot her a glare, “I do dream about winning, thank you very much.”

“and then you wake up disappointed” Mk interjected with eyebags deeper than her pockets. Julia laughed and she smirked proudly.

“But seriously,” Julia said, turning back to face Chris, “can we start the challenge so I can stop looking at whatever rodent died on Emma’s head?”

Emma’s hands shot to her hair defensively, “I didn’t have the time to brush it”.

“Me neither brah, it’s a mess” Zee complained. Emma took one look at his sleek, shiny ponytail and buried her face in her hands, sighing.

“Ahem,” Chris coughed pointedly, “As I was going to say, today you’re all going to be going for a race around the island. Nothing too strenuous – you should make it to the mess hall in time for dinner, but if you don’t, it's no big deal – you just won’t eat.”

Caleb looked fearful, “But I need food for my gains.”

“Caleb, my man, you are the last person who needs to worry about not making it on time. And on that note, get ready, set, Go!” Chris sounded the airhorn and the campers ran off, leaving a cloud of dust in their wake. The dust cleared, revealing Ripper, who had fallen asleep on the ground.

Chris sighed and turned to face the camera, “It’s moments like these that I love my job.” Saying this, he moved towards Ripper, placed the air horn right next to his face and sounded it.

Ripper jumped a foot in the air and immediately took off in pursuit of the other campers, ignoring Chris’s laughter.

The campers had unintentionally split into two groups – the runners and the walkers.

The runners included Axel, Nichelle, Caleb, Julia, Bowie, Wayne, Raj, Emma and Scary girl.

The walkers included Damien, Millie, Chase, Zee, Mk.

Ripper still hadn’t caught up with anyone.

Damien and Millie kept each other company, both reasoning that with the Island’s circumference, and the time allotted, they should easily make it on time, even if they walked.

Zee was walking alongside a cloud of birds. One of them offered him a worm, which he politely denied. He wondered if anyone had ever tried making worm soda – it would definitely be a hit with the bird market.

Chase was attempting to hold a conversation with Mk, who had pulled her beanie over her ears. He was discreetly filming from his pocket as he spoke, excited to get fresh content for his adoring fans.

“So Mk, you and Julia huh?”

“Don’t walk beside me.”

“C’mon, don’t leave me hanging – I saw you guys in Hide and Seek”.

“Do your fans enjoy your voice? Because to me it just sounds like a fly buzzing in my ear.”
Okay, Chase thought, time to change tactics. His fans had probably already seen them kissing so all he had to do was farm some easy relationship content. He did it with Emma all the time, or at least he used to. The fans would just want to see any small idea that they were dating no matter how tiny.

“I mean if you’re not dating Julia, I’ve been thinking I might ask her out. She’s pretty cute, huh?”

Mk burst into laughter, having to stop walking so that she could grip her legs as she shook with laughter.

“Stop it, stop, that’s too funny! You,” she wheezed, “and Julia?!” Tears of laughter pearled at the corners of her eyes.

Chase frowned. It wasn’t that funny. He was a catch; Mk shouldn’t be laughing; she should be worried that he might steal Julia, or at least annoyed with him. Either could have been milked for content. This just made him look pathetic.

“Julia probably hates how you laugh,” he sneered, before picking up his pace and running off. If he could catch Julia, he might be able to get some content from her.

Mk was still laughing behind him, sarcastically calling after him, “No, don’t –” she wheezed “steal Julia from me. How could she resist such a – fine – specimen.”

Eventually, she was able to calm herself, but not before being passed by all of the other walkers – ugh now she was going to have to run if she wanted to not be last. At least she might catch Chase trying to chat up Julia – she was pretty sure Julia would kill the guy and there was no way she was missing that.

Nichelle had been using all her willpower to keep pace with Axel as they ran – she may not be strong but her cardio wasn’t bad. Axel though was a force to be reckoned with. She was easily keeping up with Caleb as she ran and she was the only camper not in pyjamas (she slept in her day clothes so that she could always be prepared if she had to run). Nichelle’s face was flushed from all the running but at least it covered her embarrassed blush about everyone seeing her bunny slippers. There were some things that even her most dedicated fans didn’t need to see.

The run was easy for Caleb – he’d missed his usual morning run anyway. Still it was awkward having Axel running beside him – she kept shooting him weird glares and upping her speed to try and outrun him. He could also definitely feel Nichelle’s eyes boring into him. That didn’t really worry him; girls stared at him all the time, only this time it didn’t feel like admiration or attraction, it felt like annoyance. People were never annoyed by him; he was a pleasure to have in class!

Nichelle wished Caleb would move so she could talk to Axel about the last challenge. The survivalist had sacrificed her chance of winning to give her immunity and she still hadn’t had a chance to thank her for it.

And her cheek was still burning from the peck Axel had given her, but that was neither here nor there.

The hockey bros were running behind. Raj was telling Bowie about the time he dislocated both his arms in a brawl, while Wayne punctuated the story with sound effects and hand gestures.

Emma had been casually jogging along, wishing she had brought her mp3 player or her rollerblades with her when she saw Chase run past at full speed, almost knocking her over.

“Watch it!”

Chase didn’t even look back, speeding past to talk to – Julia?

Mk caught up with her then, panting with exhaustion and following her eyes to Chase and Julia. She looked at Emma, whose face was screwed up in confusion, and explained that “Chase is trying to chat up Julia and it’s going to be a total trainwreck. We’ve got front row seats – man I wish I had popcorn right now.”

Emma felt oddly hurt by this. She definitely didn’t like Chase anymore, but the idea of him flirting with someone else, especially if it was just for content, made her eyes prick with tears and her fists clench with rage. He used her for content so often – they could never go on a date without it being an eating challenge or some other inane Youtube video and she couldn’t spend a day in the beach house without being targeted by some stupid prank. Millions of people had seen her be humiliated on a daily basis and no matter how bad Julia was, she didn’t deserve that. No one deserved Chase.

She watched Chase approach Julia, and turned to Mk, “I hope she hits him”.

“Me too” replied Mk, rubbing her hands together gleefully.

Chase had to be careful approaching Julia; he needed to provoke her enough to either agree to date him (their combined following would be insane) or, more likely, get her to spill the beans on her and Mk. He had a voice recorder in his pocket. His followers loved love stories and him and Emma weren’t exactly producing those anymore. Even if he didn’t win the million or get Emma back, this content would get him followers and money. Beach houses don’t pay for themselves.

“Heyyyy Jules, how’s it going?”

“Can’t talk.”

“Because you’re too focussed on running?”

“Because I don’t like you.”

“Speaking of liking – You and Mk, is there some liking going on there?”

Julia stuck her leg out and tripped Chase up.

Mk and Emma highfived and Mk, trying to look casual, jogged up beside Julia. Julia’s face lit up.

“Mk!”

Caleb and Axel burst into the Mess Hall at the exact same time, with Axel’s boot slamming open the door and scaring Chef who retreated into the kitchen complaining about “kids these days”.

The rest filtered in bit by bit, with Ripper arriving last, having gotten lost halfway through the race.

“Aw man. Does this mean I have to go home?”

Chris smirked, “Unfortunately not dude. Because this was not the challenge.”

Ripper mopped his brow, “phew.”

Everyone else groaned.

Julia, who had arrived carrying Mk on her back, promptly dropped her to complain “If that wasn’t the challenge, then what is?”

“In good time, in good time. But first, your reward!” Saying this, he pulled back a thick blue curtain to reveal a table laden with the most delicious food any of them had ever seen before. Ripper and Axel stared, starry-eyed, at the golden turkey. Nichelle and Emma had their eyes locked on the strawberry cheesecake, dusted with powdered sugar. Wayne and Raj immediately had the same idea.

“Hot dog eating contest!”

Scary girl was preparing to ask Chef if he had any of his usual food, Damien following her to ask about how the food was prepared and if it was safe (he was concerned given how outside of Chef’s wheelhouse it seemed to be).

Zee was glancing warily at a jug of milk on the side of the table.

“Fill your boots, campers”.

Ripper furrowed his brow, before shrugging and moving to take off his shoes. Chris held up a hand to stop him.

“It means eat your fill, Ripper.”

The campers immediately descended on the food like a pack of vultures, and half an hour later, the table was all but stripped, and the campers were all sitting in an odd pile up.

Mk was alternating bites between a bag of sour cream and onion chips and a giant lollipop. Julia groaned, turning away.

“No way am I kissing you after you’ve eaten that.” Chase lunged between them, “Are you saying you would kiss her if she hadn’t eaten that?”

Mk stuck her lollipop in his hair and twisted it. Chase screamed, hands twitching as he grabbed at his hair. From across the room, Damien cringed at how unsanitary that was and pressed his cap down tighter, and Emma broke into a great big grin, remembering the video where Chase disguised himself as her hairdresser and shaved her head. She’d had to wear a wig for months.

“My hair oh my god my hair!” He yelled, running around the room like a headless chicken, before running smack into Caleb and getting his hair stuck to his shirt. Chaos descended as the rest of the campers unsuccessfully attempted to pry the two apart. Julia snickered and bumped shoulders with Mk. “Nice.”

“Nice enough for a kiss?”

“No”

Mk smirked.

“Okay maybe one”

The smirk morphed into a full-blown grin.

“On the cheek.”

Julia’s lips were half an inch away from her cheek when Chris called out.

“Campers! The second half of our challenge awaits at the campfire. Meet me there in five.”

“But Chris!” Millie cried, pointing towards Caleb and Chase, still glued awkwardly to one another.

Chris sighed, “Ugh fine. Chef!” Chef emerged from the kitchen wielding a cleaver and moved towards Caleb and Chase, who suddenly clutched at one another, their shrieks echoing across the camp.

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Dusk was just beginning to set when they made it to the campfire. Chase was still frantically trying to fix his hair into a style where his newly acquired bald spot wouldn’t be noticeable and Caleb had fully removed his shirt after it had gotten ripped, prompting Ripper to do the same. Chef made them both wear old costumes of his, leaving Caleb in a sparkling dress tied into a shirt, and Ripper in a camo tank top that swamped him.

“And now campers, we come to the second and last part of the challenge–

“Finally,”

“Mk as the host I can send anyone home at any time if I feel like it.”

“Now you tell me.”

“As I was saying, the final part of the challenge is something that I have, somewhat brilliantly, dubbed The Awakeathon!”

The campers looked at each other, unimpressed or, in the case of some, uncomprehending.

“As always, my brilliance goes unrecognised. In this challenge, the last person still awake wins immunity not only for themselves but also for a player of their choice. If there’s no questions, I’m going to get another latte.” With that, the host left them to take their seats.

Millie was the first to speak up, “So that run,”

“And all that food,” Ripper added.

“Was just to make us tired so that this would be extra hard? That’s…”

“Evil…” Caleb shuddered.

“It makes me want to be a worse person.” Julia spoke wistfully.

“Not possible,” Bowie and Mk chimed in.

Three hours in, the Awakeathon claimed its first victim – Nichelle, used to getting at least ten hours of beauty sleep, warmed by the presence of the walking furnace Axel, dropped off, her head nestled in the crook of Axel’s neck. Axel was staunchly refusing to look down at her, staring straight ahead, hoping that in the dark no one could see the fierce blush taking over her face.

Emma and Zee were lying on the ground staring up at the sky. Zee was making up constellations.

“And those three stars in a row are the three little pigs. The first one built his house out of banana flavoured gum and vanilla wafers, the second one built his house out of chocolate chip cookies and strawberry pudding and the third…”

Wayne, Raj and Bowie were playing a three-way game of makeshift hockey, using sticks and a rock.

“He shoots, he scores! That’s my boyfriend!” Raj was yelling, pulling Bowie into a tight hug after he scored against Wayne. Wayne used the momentary distraction to shoot the “puck” into Bowie’s goal.

“Ha! Even stevens now!”

“Hey, that’s cheating!”

“Is not! No one called time out!”

“Fine then let’s go sudden death style – next goal wins – loser has to eat a worm!”

Bowie stepped aside, “I’m out for that” he laughed.

Damien was stood in front of Scary Girl, waving his hand in front of her face. She didn’t blink.

“Now that’s just creepy.”

“What is?” Ripper asked.

Damien gestured to Scary Girl, “She hasn’t blinked in eight minutes. Most people can’t do that for longer than two.”

“I’ve got a guaranteed way of making her blink. You’ll just have to count the steamboats in case I break the record.”

Damien began backing away, “Nope, No, please No, I’m sure she’s fine.”

Ripper just shrugged, “If you say so.”

Millie was furiously scribbling in her diary when Caleb sidled up to her. “What are you writing?”

Millie slammed the notebook shut with unmatched ferocity before responding, “Nothing – just trying to keep my mind occupied.”

Chase joined the two of them, immediately trying to snatch up the notebook, and pouting when Millie blocked him.

“Aww c’mon I wanna see what kind of juicy gossip you’ve got in there.” His face suddenly lit up. “Ooh is there stuff about Mk and Julia?”

“What? No – why would I even write about them?”

“Uh because they’ve got a cool villainous will-they won’t-they type deal and the fans are gonna go crazy for it. You could sell any inside information you get. That’s what I’m trying to do.”

“That’s horrible,” Caleb interjected, “It’s mean and it’s dishonest and it’s an invasion of their privacy and –

“And they got Priya eliminated.”

“But still,” Caleb spluttered, “It’s just wrong.”

“Then don’t do it, what about you, Millie?”

Millie had up until now been thoughtful and silent.

“If I sold information, I could pay for college, and I’d have more time to write my book.”

 And, she thought, Mk and Julia were entirely willing to spill my secrets. Maybe a taste of their own medicine wouldn’t be so bad.

“I’ll think about it.”

Julia and Mk were confortably nestled against one another, leaning against one of the tree stumps. Chris had banned Julia from using her phones in the challenge, considering it to be “cheating”, so they were talking to pass the time. Julia’s hand absentmindedly toyed with the soft fabric of Mk’s hoodie when she had a thought.

“How’d you have time to put your hoodie and your beanie on, we practically got frogmarched out of the cabins the moment they woke us up”.

Mk snorted, “I wear them to bed. I keep so much stuff in the pockets; if anyone took it, I’d be screwed.”

“Eww, you sleep in the same thing you wear all day?” Julia questioned, her hands still playing with the fabric.

“It’s comfy. Besides I don’t know how you aren’t freezing right now – your pyjamas are just your regular top with shorts.”

Julia looked away, “It’s usually not this cold.”

“Aww does someone want to share my jacket?”

Julia pinked, “What? No.”

“All you have to do is ask, sweetie.”

“You’re insufferable,”

“And you wanna share my jacket.”

“Go jump off a cliff.”

“Without you? I would never.” Mk said, pulling her jacket off and draping it over the two of them.

Julia shuffled closer to Mk before saying, “I still hate you.”

“Then freeze.” Mk went to pull her jacket away.

“Wait, no!” Julia cried, moving closer.

“Just admit you like me then.”

“no.”

“admit it.”

“No.

“admit it, admit it, admit it, admit it.”

“Alright, fine. I like you and your stupid cute face and I want to hold your stupid hand and make a stupid podcast with you where we make celebrities feel worthless, okay?” Julia spit out the words.

“That’s all you had to say, Julia.” Mk said, taking her hand softly from beneath her jacket.

“My gold necklace is in one of these pockets, isn’t it.”

“Shh, don’t ruin the moment.”

Fourteen hours later, Wayne fell asleep, face pressed against the dirt, worm wriggling somewhat in his stomach. Millie was snoring into her notebook, with Caleb asleep beside her, and Emma and Zee were snoozing beneath the stars after Zee started talking about his new fifty-three point constellation called “the sheep”. Emma was carding her hand gently through Zee’s hair in her sleep.

The only campers left were Julia, Mk, Axel, Chase, Damien, Ripper, Bowie, Raj and Scary Girl.

Julia was flagging, deep eyebags forming. She yawned, fighting to stay awake.

“Hey, Mk?”

“Yeah?” she whispered, eyes trained on the cute girl curled up next to her.

“Slap me.”

“What? Why?”

“I’m falling asleep and I’m too pretty to be a loser.” Mk could agree with that.

“Just sleep. I pull all-nighters all the time for video game tournaments. I’ll win this easily.”

Julia’s head dropped into Mk’s lap as she dozed off, “You’re such a nerd.”

Chase watched this interaction from afar, panicking only a bit. If they were willing to act like this in front of the camera, there’d be no point in him recording limited edition content – no one would care if they just got together and were cute on camera, that’d be boring. He’d have to cause drama instead. His breakup videos with Emma always did numbers. If he created drama, people might be more interested. Flirting with Julia hadn’t worked, Mk wouldn’t take it seriously in the slightest.

But if Mk wasn’t the jealous type, maybe Julia was.

He nudged Millie a few times in an attempt to wake her up. “psst. Hey Millie, Millie, Millster, the Mills, the Millinator.” He clapped his hands once, “Wake up!”

“Ah!” Millie bolted awake, almost falling off her seat. She whipped around to face Chase, and in a loud whisper asked, “What?”

“I need you to convince Emma to flirt with Mk.”

“That’s insane – why?”

“Mk and Julia aren’t the interesting kind of dating, they’re the boring kind. If we want our secret content to be worth anything, we have to cause drama. I tried flirting with Julia, but Mk doesn’t care; she finds it funny. I’m thinking Julia might be the jealous type. If someone flirts with Mk, we’ll get some drama, and it might throw her off the game. It’s foolproof.”

Millie sat, stunned.

“Are you in or what?”

She glanced at Caleb’s sleeping body before turning back to face Chase.

“I’m in.”

Emma was enjoying her sleep when she was suddenly shaken awake. Blinking blearily she stared up at Millie.

“Huh?”

Millie spoke in a hurried whisper, explaining what she wanted Emma to do.

“What? Me? But –” Her eyes darted towards Zee, “I kind of, y’know,” she gestured back and forth between herself and Zee.

Millie looked confused, her brows furrowing, “You kind of what?”

Emma’s cheeks flushed, “Nothing, look okay I’ll do it, but only to throw off Julia – she won’t stop talking about my hair.”

Millie’s eyes moved to Emma’s hair; she didn’t think it could get any messier, but it clearly had.

“You know I have a spare brush under my bed.”

Emma’s hands flew to her hair defensively and she made an odd shrieking noise, “It’s not that bad!”

Twelve hours later, Raj had passed out, lying atop Wayne, Damien had tied himself to a tree for some reason, and his slumber was intermittently interrupted with shrieks of fear, Chase was passed out, a camera locked in his grip, still recording what he referred to as “exclusive behind the scenes footage”, and Ripper was flat on his stomach, arms wrapped around a wooden stump, drool pooling on the floor.

Chris came out before the final few.

“Mk, Axel, Bowie and Scary Girl, you are our final four. From now on, we are upping the ante because I am bored and have the control here. Everyone else can go reflect on their loserdom for a bit. Or you could shower, in fact that’s an order; some of you stink.”

Julia stirred beneath Mk.

Mk smirked, “Morning loser.”

“Morning buttknuckle.”

“You should probably go shower – you reek.”

Julia gasped, jumping to her feet, “I do not! Smelling is for gross old people, and I am neither!”

Mk stared up at her, “you’re hot when you’re angry.”

Julia stalked off, ignoring how her heart thudded in her chest.

“Right, time for the ultimate test of wills.” Chris declared, standing before the remaining contestants. He brought out a heavy book, blowing dust off of it and opening it to page one.

“The history of the beaver…”

Bowie fell asleep by chapter two, Axel following soon after (she may have loved poetry, but non-fiction just sent her straight to sleep).

“And we’re down to the final two.” He turned to face the cameras, “Will it be our little hacker Mk, or the girl who scares me more than death, Scary Girl?” as he asked this question, Scary girl fell flat on her face, her smile still wide, giggling sleepily as she curled up into a ball and fell fast asleep, babbling incoherently.

“Well, that was anticlimactic. Anyway, Mk is our big winner. Congratulations Mk!” saying this, he grabbed her arm and held it up triumphantly. Mk immediately passed out, and he dropped her arm.

“Once she wakes up, we’ll have out elimination ceremony. Mk and a contestant of her choice have immunity – everyone else is fair game.”

Mk woke up three hours later, still weary. She rubbed sleep out of her eyes and sat up to see Julia stood beside her bed.

Mk smiled lazily, “Does sleeping beauty get a kiss?”

“She does if her saviour gets immunity,”

“Hmm I dunno I might give it to Ripper, he just seems so cool.”

“No kiss then I’m afraid.” She said, moving away.

“Oh please, of course you get immunity, now get over here.”

At that, Julia leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to Mk’s lips, biting back a laugh as she felt Mk surge up towards her, chasing after her.

She pulled back, “You have majorly chapped lips.”

“Well then lend me some of your lipgloss.”

Julia rummaged through her pockets, pulling out three different glosses. She presented them to Mk.

“Strawberry, cherry, or vanilla?”

Mk smirked, “Dealer’s choice.”

Julia grabbed one at random and applied it to herself liberally. Mk’s eyes tracked the motion intently, watching as the applicator spread across her soft rosy lips. Unconsciously, she licked at her own lips, swallowing hard.

Julia pushed the applicator back into its container with a pop, “ready?”

“Definitely.” Mk’s voice was breathy.

“Campers!” The loudspeaker shrieked with feedback, and Mk and Julia fell apart, though not before Mk’s chapped lips had been thoroughly taken care of. “Get your butts in gear and get to casting your votes, you have ten minutes to do so, starting now!”

“So, who’d you arrange the elimination of?” Mk asked as they made their way to the confessional.

“Oh, no one I figured it didn’t really matter today. Besides I would just love to see the others faces if they vote for me and get told their votes don’t count.”

“Ah,” Mk said, “So you were just too busy watching me sleep to organise anything?”

Julia laughed somewhat awkwardly, avoiding eye contact. “You wish. I just had better things to do.”

“Oh my god you totally did!” Mk exclaimed, pointing at Julia, whose mouth dropped open, beginning to protest, before Mk cut her off, “Y’know I’m not surprised you couldn’t keep your eyes off me, I’m probably the wallpaper on your phone, aren’t I? C’mon let me see, let me see!” Mk made to grab for Julia’s pockets but the blonde dodged, running away to the confessional.

Mk yelled after her, “Running is the universal indicator of guilt!”

In the confessional Julia breathed hard, staring at the camera and realising she would have to say something. Her reputation as a badass was at stake.

She brandished her phone to the camera, “Okay, so Mk is my lockscreen, so what? It’s for future blackmail purposes – I mean who’d believe that she sleeps with a stuffed unicorn, it’s just,” she sighed slightly, a soft smile overtaking her features, “so adorable,”

In a moment she seemed to be struck by a realisation, her eyes widening, and her smile disappearing, replaced by mild panic, “And, oh crap, she watches the confessionals!” She swore, before searching the camera for any way inside – she had to delete the footage, but Mk was the one who knew about tech, and she was literally the last person she could ask.

“Ugh,” she slumped back, “this is useless so, hi Mk, if you’re watching this then –

And she bolted out, slamming the door behind her.

“Oh, damn! I forgot to vote.” She quickly jumped back into the confessional, ignoring the line of campers that had formed.

“I vote Bowie.”

Chris stood before them, brandishing a tray of marshmallows.

“Campers,” he began, “you’ve all cast your votes and made your decisions. But before we begin, Mk who’s getting immunity with you?”

“Julia, duh.”

“Wow, shocker.” Chris deadpanned, tossing marshmallows their way. Mk grumbled about how “Sarcasm’s supposed to be my thing.” Stopping only when Julia shoved her marshmallow into Mk’s mouth, claiming “Sugar gives you wrinkles.” Mk shot back with, “You’re going to be married to one wrinkly old woman then.” Julia looked conflicted.

“Okay, we get it lovebirds, now onto the interesting part.” Chris began tossing marshmallows as he spoke, until only Caleb and Ripper were left without.

“Ripper, you were the last to finish the race.”

“You try navigating those woods half asleep!”

“I won’t, because I’m the host, and I don’t want to.”

“Caleb, ripping out a chunk of Chase’s hair. Not cool dude, that’s like half his brand.”

“What?” Caleb was incredulous, “He ran into me!”

“Yeah, yeah buddy – tell it to the judge, because the final marshmallow goes to…”

Everyone held their breath.

“Ripper.”

“What?!” Caleb, once again, was incredulous. “But I’m friendly, I’m strong and I’m nice! I’ve done nothing wrong!”

Chase spoke up, “Uh yeah dude that’s the point, you’re too nice for a show like this.” And you almost convinced Millie not to help with my plan, he thought, you can’t be allowed to stick around – you could get her to ruin the whole thing in the name of the truth!

Caleb’s indignant protests continued as he was led to the dock of shame by Chef.

“ – And another thing, Chase has been trying to –

His yelling was cut off by a fearful screech as he was unceremoniously shoved into the boat.

So long moral compass, thought Chase.