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sardonic-the-writer · 10 months

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𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ includes headcanons for mike & his alters, zoey, alejandro, and duncan

↳ warnings: total drama type violence

↳ song: heat waves—glass animals

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𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞

• He is the most sweetest boy to date ever

• Looks at you like you're the sun to his moon

• He loves to surprise you by hugging you from behind and squeezing. Durring a challenge or otherwise

• Big on cuddling. He's so used to having so many people around him constantly with his alters and all, but physically touch has always been hard. So those moments where he can just sit down and chill with you is like heaven

• Give him a kiss and he'll stop functioning all together. A complete and total mess over you, and is so happy that you feel the same way

• Isn't big on using pet names himself, but swoons when you call him babe or anything like that

• Has a talk in the head space with everyone to make sure they're all okay with him dating you. You were actually the one to suggest he do that, wanting to make sure all of him was okay with this

• Mike's not very jealous, either. Something you appreciate. He trusts you unbelievable amounts and isn't one for confrontation, so situations are normally diffused pretty quickly

𝐒𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚

• She is constantly wanting to impress you

• "Love! Look at vhat I can do!" Svetlana called out, balancing on top of the cabins roof with a perfect pirouette. You just clapped from below, cheering her on happily

• "Way to go!"

• Calls you her little flower <3

• If you're up for it, her ideal way to spend time together is to go on a little run. Or any sort of physical activity, really

• Complains that she never gets any time with you in between challenges and the others fronting, so the two of you make do with what time you have. Which normally ends up being really sweet moments

• Her favorite place to kiss you is on your nose, often times giggling in the process

• Getting possessive of you isn't her strong suit. She prefers to just hold your hand while you counter any advances, kissing you on the cheek gleefully as you walk away later

𝐕𝐢𝐭𝐨

• He was so surprised when his flirting actually worked for once

• That doesn't mean he stopped, but at least now he could say he's flirting with his partner and not someone he met five minutes ago

• Much like Svetlana, he spends a lot of his time trying to impress you with things. Albeit not his acrobatic abilities

• "I think my muscles grew overnight babe! What do you think?" He grinned, flexing for you boastfuly and completely missing the way you struggled to keep in a laugh

• Uses pet names for you nonstop. Babe, sugar, sexy, etc. Although you could argue that the last one is less of a pet name and Vito just being Vito

• Jealousy isn't as common a theme with Vito as much as insecurity is. He's always a little bit worried you'll see someone buffer or more tan than him and leave. So you have to reassure him occasionally that you love him for who he is

• His favorite place to kiss you is your lips. It's not anything new, but he can't get enough. Most of the times you have to tap out just so you can breathe while Vito watches on, smug as ever

• "Yeah, I did that to em. Who's the man? Vitos the ma— ow! Okay okay I'll shut up."

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐚

• Aside from Vito, he was the first to make a move on you

• Mike was too nervous and Svetlana hadn't really met you yet, so he took it into his own hands to start something up

• Once you're in a relationship, he will never stop giving you trinkets. They could be from a gift shop, or one of his little adventures. It doesn't matter. He loves bringing you things for you to keep either way. And seeing them sitting on your desk or bed later just makes his heart swell

• Makes up the most bizarre phrases all the time to hear your laugh

• Constanly has an arm around your shoulder head or waist. Very touchy feely. Likes to keep you close to him in case anything happens

• You'll find him tipping his hat your way and winking at you, just to see your neck turn red

• Favorite place to kiss you is on your head/hairline. Doesn't matter if you're taller or shorter than him. He'll find a way

• Doesn't get jealous easily, but that's mostly because he's so sure of himself and his ability to woo you. Manitoba knows he's lucky to have you though, and won't hesitate to step in if things go too far

𝐌𝐚𝐥

• You have no idea how you managed to snag this man

• Didn't even know he liked you back. Or knew that you even existed, for that matter. One morning you just woke up and were suddenly his partner

• Mal isn't really into physical affection as much as the others. The only time he touches you is when he's being territorial—something that happens a lot. Duncan barely looked at you once and he almost bit the punks head off

• Sometimes you'll forget you're even dating him until he monotonely compliments you out of the blue

• His favorite place to kiss you is your neck. He's got a possessive side to him, and loves to see the dark marks he leaves behind. Finds it even more enjoyable when you and the other alters freak out over them

• Will not put up with any nicknames you give him, but insists on calling you doll face and toots. Doesn't matter what your gender is. That's final

• Loves you in his own weird way

𝐙𝐨��𝐲

• She is so stoked to finally be dating you, oh my god

• The sweetest and most nervous thing ever—much like that season four scene where she was fretting if her flower was too much, she'll worry over your relationship constantly. Is she giving you enough attention? Making you feel loved enough? Was that gift she left you the other day alright?

• Will not stop worrying until you assure her that she's just fine. It's that, or you'll have to pull her in for a kiss. That works too

• Gets really flustered when she catches you staring at her lovingly. She feels like she should be the one doing that, not the other way around

• Kisses all over you!! She will just pepper them across your face all day unless you stop her

• Always looking out for your back durring challenges. And if something ever happens, she's by your side in an instant

𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨

• Was so persistent at taking you out on a date

• Genuinely liked you and wanted to get to know you more than just as another competitor, so he asked you out

• Smiled the brightest he ever had when you accepted

• Play with his hair please, dear lord. You're the only person allowed to touch his precious locks, but he loves when you do. Could lie with his head in your lap twenty four seven, falling asleep to the feeling of your fingers against his scalp

• Anytime someone else flirts with you, he'll just smoothly slide up next to you and pull you into a deep kiss until they've been scared off. Hasn't failed yet

• Your temple is his favorite place to kiss you, though. It feels so intimate to him compared to anything else

• Will say the sweetest things to you in his mother tounge. And if you don't speak Spanish, he will happily translate them for you

𝐃𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐧

• He is in so much denial about you at first

• Of course he doesn't like you. Why would he! You're only the funniest, most unpredictable person he knows; who manages to make him at ease everytime he's around you

• Doesn't even care if Courney gets pissy at him for dating you. She can suck it as far as he cares

• Calls you babe so much. Like, he fits it into every sentence

• "Babe, could you hand me that?"

• "Nice going babe!"

• "Mind turning off the lights for me babe?"

• Has fun letting you dye his mowhawk green. You're always the first person he asks for when it starts to loose it color, looking forward to a night of goofing off over hair dye

• Duncan definitely carved both your names inside a heart on a tree at the island. Didn't even tell you about it. Knowing it was there was good enough for him

• Let's you wear his spikes when you ask. Calls you punk as fuck when you do <3

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sardonic-the-writer · 10 months

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𝐎𝐟 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 & 𝐌𝐞𝐧

↳ summary: sand, concussions, and a shitty challenge. what more is there to say?

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Of course Chris wouldn't give you shovels. Why would he? That would just make things too easy.

You watched as the host tossed the digging tools to the other team opposite the beach from you, landing right in their arms. They all cheered and high-fived each other, doing nothing to lift the seemingly permanent frown on your lips.

The sun beat down on your head with the same persistence as yesterday. The bright yellow color of the platform you and your teammates were standing on did nothing to ward the rays away, only attracting more heat.

It wasn't enough that you had been woken up at the asscrack of dawn by the flash of Sierra's phone camera—you had yet to find out why exactly she had been taking pictures of you—but now you had to deal with the consequences of losing yesterdays challenge too. Today it was a treasure hunt, apparently. Something you weren't overly excited about.

Looking over to the rest of your team, you made the mistake of catching Mike's eye. You were quick to look anywhere else.

Mike watched as you did your best to avoid his gaze, his cheeks a bit hotter than usual.

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CONFESSIONAL

[Mike]

It shows the Italian Canadian burying his head in his hands with a red face, back hunched over.

"I made the mistake of running into them when I went to take a shower this morning." He sputtered, already looking embarrassed to be reliving the event. "I had my shirt off and Vito came out. I'm pretty sure you can figure out what happened next."

Groaning, Mike hit his head on the nearby wall, muttering at himself under his breath.

"He wouldn't leave until I forced him out. Stupid personalities."

CONFESSIONAL OVER

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CONFESSIONAL

[Name]

"Alright, I met Vito. So what?" You crossed your arms defiantly, refusing to let Chris or anyone else see more from you. "It's not like he's that bad. Er, beyond the uh, incessant flirting." A pause as you uncrossed your arms and looked to the side. "It was kind of cute though."

A slight smile threatened to cross your face for just one moment until you remembered just exactly where you were.

"Oh don't look at me like that." You snapped at the camera with a scowl.

CONFESSIONAL OVER

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Sadleing up next to Zoey on the platform, you did your best to pay attention as Chris rambled along, demonstrating the various booby traps hidden around the beach as Sam triggered one.

Hah. Booby.

"That's great and all, but what are we supposed to dig with?" Courtney snapped nearby. You nodded, agreeing with her for once. Chris just smiled down at you all and waggled his fingers.

“Sorry!” He said, not sounding sorry at all. “Shovels are for winners only! Guess you have to use your hands.” He sang the last part. It was times like these that you were glad you didn't mind getting your hands dirty.

You didn't get much time to retaliate against his little punishment. With a quick blow of his trusty airhorn, the challenge began. The vultures took to immediately jumping off onto the beach, while the rest of you huddled up shoulder to shoulder. Fun. Well, at least it would have been if Zoey's flower hadn't been poking you in the eye.

“We should divide our area into sections and each dig in one!” Mentioned red head quipped, presenting her game plan to you all. Courtney grunted and glared.

“No! Let's separate the beach into quadrants and each pick a quadrant!"

"That is literally the exact same thing she just said." You pointed a finger at her, pulling it back when she flicked it harshly.

"Fine! We'll use the plan that me and Zoey came up with."

"It's Zoey and I, actually." Cameron piped in, eaning in a mixed gaze of pity and annoyance from you.

"Cameron, no offense but shut up."

He smiled sheepishly, mining a zipper over his mouth. You snorted at his actions, going to hop off the platform while taking special care to avoid Chris's crab trap.

Sand began flying in each which way, hands digging for purchase in the ground like the beach had swallowed hidden gold. You yourself were so immersed in the task at hand that you didn't even see Mike slot himself next to you roughly. Well, that's a lie. You were hyper aware of his presence next to you for some reason. The notion made your insides squirm.

"Uhm, hey." He tittered nervously, doing his best to gather a little attention from you. He was greeted with a silent nod hello from you, gulping as he went to continue.

"I'm really sorry about this morning. Like, really sorry. Vito's not the best around other people." Mike scratched the back of his neck. "I mean, he seemed to like you, but that doesn't excuse his behavior."

"Oh he liked me alright." You humored, remembering the way the alter had wrapped an arm around your shoulders and attempted to woo you with a few horrible pick up lines. "But it's fine. No harm done, dude. I thought you had that personality thing under control after you and Zoey started dating, though. What happened to that?"

MIke turned beet red at your words, hands momentarily popping out of the sand to make a rushed gesture of denial.

"Zoey? And me? We're not a couple! Nope, never have been! Thought it was going to work out but it didn't!! I can promise you." Mike was practically gasping for air in between words. He acted as if you were interrogating him, and it made you cock an eyebrow upwards.

"Alright then." You shrugged, dropping it to go back to digging.

"And uh, my personalities don't work like that. Being controlled I mean." Mike cleared his throat, now full on taking his place next to you.

"Enlighten me." You challenged suddenly, turning to look at him. He blinked, clearly not expecting a response like that.

"Really?"

"Why not?" You pondered with a shrug. It wasn't as if you were doing anything else anyways.

He considered it for a moment, looking at the grains dotting his hands before speaking.

"Well, uh, they're not any less people than you and I are just because they live in my head." Mike began cautiously; expecting you to laugh at his explanation any minute. But you just gave him your full attention—even making sure to stay quiet so he could talk over the noise of everyone else.

"Instead of acting like a dictatorship, we need to all work together to balance everything. It's not like any one person can just control all that. Much less me!" He giggled. "I mean, I can barely get the top off a pickle jar sometimes." That seemed to send him into a little giggle fit, a laugh or two slipping out of your mouth alongside him.

"That's cool Mike." You admitted. He practically beamed at your praise, puffing his chest out with a goofy grin.

"So when do I get to meet the rest of them?"

"Huh?"

"The rest of them." You echoed. "I mean, they're a part of you, right? That's what you said. And you're my friend, I hope. I'd like to get to know the rest of you, Mike. If all of them are as sweet as you, I shouldn't have a problem with it."

Ignoring the way his stomach fell at the word friend, Mike couldn't help but grab your shoulders to bring you in for a hug. Not expecting it, you tensed up a little at the sudden intrusion before relaxing into it slightly. Hugs had never been your thing, but this was nice.

"That might be the nicest way anyone has ever responded to my condition," Mike muttered. In the headspace, everyone was overjoyed—just as happy as Mike at your acceptance of them.

"Sure thing bud." Pulling away from him with a toothy grin, you clapped his back. "Now let's get back to digging before Chris complains we're tanking his views."

It didn't take long after that for the bubble of peace that had fallen over you two to be popped. Namely by the shrill yelps of Cameron as he was tossed through the air with a bundle of nasty-smelling clothes.

"Ooh!" Chris commented from somewhere above you all, holding his nose. "Chef's dirty laundry! Pretty stinky."

"You okay little man?" You called after Cameron, who was trudging towards you and Mike with his glasses askew.

"I will be once we win this challenge." He groaned, looking like he wanted to collapse to his knees. "Ow."

"Hey guys!" Mike interrupted the both of you. Picking up something from the ground, he presented it to you all with a triumphant smile. It was a Steve Irwing type hat. And by the looks of it, the thing had come from that laundry bomb that Cameron had just been rocked with.

"We could use some of Manitoba Smith's treasure hunting skills right now!" Cameron gasped happily. "Way to go Mike!"

"Looks like you'll be meeting some of them sooner than expected." Mike turned to you, scrunching his eyes up with a smile. From next to you Cameron furrowed his brows, opening his mouth to probably ask what he was talking about. You just elbowed him in the side, whispering that you'd tell him later.

A large gasp left Mike as soon as he placed the hat atop his head. In moments, his features had gone from nervous and excited to a smug grin that showed off his gap tooth.

Shielding the sun from his eyes with a tilt of his hat, Manitoba Smith wasted no time winding up his arms in a propeller like motion. A deep hole was quickly made in the beach as he dived down, coming back up seconds later with a large marble fragment in his hands.

"G'day beauty!" He smirked proudly, tossing the piece up and onto the team's platform with a thud. You were impressed such a scrawny frame as his could support all that weight. Looks like they were full of surprises.

"And you must be the fella that Mike and Vito can't stop gabbing about." The adventurer wasted no time walking up to you, leaning down onto your level with a playful smile—momentarily reminding you of how tall Mike really was.

"Names Manitoba, love, but you can call me whatever you like." His accent poured from him like honey while his eyes twinkled with an emotion you couldn't place your finger on.

"Hey there." You completely ignored Manitoba's flirty comment in favor of sticking your hand out for him to take, shaking it firmly. "Nice to meet you. I've heard good things."

Manitoba laughed, shaking your hand back with twice as much vigor as you had.

"I can see why they won't shut up about ya! Mike sure knows how to pick em." By now Cameron had slipped away to continue rustling through the beach, leaving just the two of you to become acquainted.

"I don't care what they say as long as we win this challenge. Plan on helping us?" You allowed a smile to slip loose as you let go of his calloused hand—your own feeling strangely empty afterwards.

"For you sheila? Anything. Wink wink."

You paused.

"Did you just audibly say 'wink wink'?"

Manitoba smiled even wider at you. If that was possible.

"Maybe."

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The sound of an impatient groan cut through the beach's atmosphere like nails on a chalkboard. You cringed, face contorting with anger as sweat dripped down your neck. It was only fitting that the sound had come from everyone's favorite sadistic host. Because of course it had.

"What is taking so long!" Chris complained, fanning himself with his hand. It had been about an hour since Manitoba had shown up, and so far nothing more had happened. No pieces were found, traps set off, or contestants seriously harmed. All things you were sure Chris didn't appreciate.

Various people answered him angrily, the responses ranging from it's hot, to screw you old man. You may have organized that last one.

"Blah blah, whine whine! Hurry up! I have dinner plans."

Just as you were about to respond with a fuck you and your dinner plans, you felt your hands strike something cold and solid with a thud. You were quick to look over at Manitoba with excitement. He hadn't strayed very far from you since the challenge had started, so he wasted no time in bounding over to help you dig the newfound piece out.

"Now that's more like it!" Manitoba laughed with glee, hauling yet another marble chunk up to the platform. "Just a few more to g—"

He suddenly stopped, lips twisting into a frown as he stared at seemingly nothing. You waited while he sniffed the air, too confused to question what was going on.

"Something's off." Was all he said before heading past you. The Australian was now making a beeline straight for where the divider on the beach was, a certain ginger standing just opposite it with a sly grin.

You, being you, found your way over to them—interested to see where this was going.

"What are you up to, kookaburra?" Manitoba said, squinting at Scott. You looked at the former bizarrely for his choice of words before looking back to catch the tail end of Scott shrugging.

"Whatever do you mean?" He smirked, sounding very much like he knew exactly what he meant.

Both of you watched as the dark haired teenager scowled. A quick lick was made to his finger before he stick it in the ground, fishing around as if expecting to find something that way.

"Hah! Nice try you wiley dingo."

With a hearty grunt, you watched as Manitoba hauled a sparkling white puzzle piece from underneath Scott.

Oh that bastard has stolen it!

An actually pretty clever move to come from Scott if you were being honest.

"Way to go Manitoba!" You lightly punched him on the arm while ignoring the way Scott glared at the both of you. "How in the hell did you know he'd done it?"

"Aw it was nothin. Maybe I could teach you sometime, sweetheart." Manitoba smirked proudly. His chest was puffed out in pride, feeling quite smug under your praise.

Just as you were about to comment on the nickname—probably with a well timed quip—Scott screamed from behind you.

"Bees! Bees!!"

The next thing you knew, you were face planting on the hot sand with Manatoba, your head throbbing like it had been run over by a full fledged greyhound.

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[Meanwhile, in Mike's head]

“Go with the fishing!” A peppy Svetlana cheered standing up. She was immediately booed back down, her companions not as excited as her to be losing.

“Aye yo, it's go fish! Not, go with the fishing.” Veto said from next to the gymnast with air quotes, mouth pulled into a sort of pout/scowl. She just stuck her tongue out at him.

The three other personalities were seated at a table with cards, surrounded by what looked like walls made from brains. All was quiet, just the sound of their bickering filling the weirdly bare walls.

It was then that Manitoba dropped from the sky, landing on the ground with an oomph.

“Oh that can't be good.” Chester said in a warbly voice.

“Hey, do you feel that?” Manitoba said, standing up and brushing himself off. He looked shaken. Like a meteorologist that had just spotted a tsunami on the horizon.

“The malevolent one. He’s coming!” He finished with a worried expression. Svetlana let out an ear piercing scream at that declaration.

The table then began to shake. Then the walls shook, the people shook, until finally the whole room was moving as if caught in an earthquake. During all of this, the personalities could barely make out the designated portrait of Mike burning up before them, only to be replaced with a shadowy figure with an evil smile.

All of them froze with fear, not even noticing the faint yelling in the background.

"Manitoba? Manitoba! Hey, wake up!"

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Mike woke with a gasp, sitting up so quickly he bonked an equally rattled you in the forehead.

"Ow! Jesus christ man, that hurt!" You stepped backward, rubbing your already bruised head as if it would make the ache go away.

"I'm sorry." Mike groaned in response, unable to say much of anything else.

His heart was beating fast. Too fast for him to comprehend. He felt horrible, like his body knew something was wrong and was just waiting for his brain to catch up.

"Hey. Mike." You snapped in front of his face, becoming a bit worried when he didn't immediately snap out of it. "It is Mike, right?"

That got him to zone back in. He shook his head harshly, and for a moment you wondered if he was trying to get sand out of his ears. Not a bad idea considering you had also landed face first in it.

"Yeah. It's me." A hand to the top of his head confirmed that the fedora was still there where Manitoba had left it. Weird. Where was he then?

"You all good bud?" You asked whilst hauling him up. A quick glance at the back of his head confirmed that he had a welt just like yours. And a nasty looking one at that.

"I'm fine. Not like that matters a lot." He saw you frown at that. "Everything good with you?"

You took a minute to consider answering with a lie to make him feel better, but ultimately gave in.

"Like shit."

That earned you a smile from Mike. It made your stomach twist with something not quite like amusement, but something else. It felt sweeter. More genuine.

Ew.

"C’mon, we need to get back to digging.” He lead the way back over to your team's side, neither of you noticing the screams of Scott in the background as he was chased by a yellow swarm of angry bees. Well that was a lie. You noticed. You just didn't care. He had just hit you in the back of the head with a shovel after all.

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CONFESSIONAL

[Name]

"I regret being nice to Scott now." You scowled. "Especially after this."

You turned to show the back of your head, which was actively swelling a brilliant red color.

"I'm more worried about Mike though. And the rest of them. He got hit pretty hard. Concussions are a nasty business. I don't want them dealing with the affects. My cousin got one when he was a toddler and was in the hospital for weeks. Now he ends every sentence with the word peacock." You paused to scrunch your face up. "I really hope we don't start to do that."

CONFESSION OVER

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You had located back to the platform after checking with one of the few medics Chris kept on set, nearly dragging Mike with you. Now the both of you were standing next to Cameron as he examined the puzzle pieces you had so far.

“We've got six out of seven!” He yelled down to the rest of the team. Zoey looked up at you all with a thumbs up, keen to stay where she was.

“You guys start putting them together, we’ll keep digging.” She yelled back up, referring to the rest of the team. You just nodded and almost went to start before noticing Sam get thrown into the water, ricocheting off a nearby boat. You made a noise of sympathy and watched as he ran out of the water in a panic, screaming something about a jellyfish sting.

"And I'm going to ignore that." You whistled, diving back into the challenge while others walked on. If you stopped to watch everyone on this show who got injured, you'd be stuck there all day.

After that, everyone hopped onto the platform to look at their gathered pieces.

“A book, a crown, what are we supposed to be building!?” Cameron asked rhetorically while scratching his head. Then he snapped his fingers, coming to a conclusion. “I've got it! It's the Statue of Liberty!”

At that, all of the Heroes—minus Sam—to assemble the statue, being extra careful to not break any pieces. You noticed the Vultures quickly catching up on the other side of the beach as well, calling out for everyone to pick up the pace. It was going to be a quick call.

“One piece to go!” Courtney cried out. “It has to be in Sam’s quadrant!”

“Sorry guys, I'm moving as fast as I can!” The limp gamer apologized as he dragged himself across the beach in a sluggish fashion. If Chris still wanted fourteen contestants by the end of this challenge, then he really needed to get Sam checked out. Something told you he wouldn't.

“All we need is the torch! Hurry!” Cameron yelled as Zoey and Mike rushed over to Sam. With much difficulty, they flipped him over to reveal a pointy piece of their puzzle. You noticed that the Vultures had their last piece in hand too. Cries from your teammates of throw it! encouraged Zoey as she skillfully tossed the arm. It landed perfectly on the statue as if it had been there the whole time, signifying the ring of bells to sound.

“Yes!”

“Way to go!”

“Thanks Zoey!"

“Spa hotel, here we come!”

“The heroic hamsters win!” An excited Chris says from the host box, probably relieved that he can go eat dinner now. That just caused even more of a celebration. In the middle of a little victory dance, you felt the floor from beneath you disappear. Looking down, you saw Mike was the one who had picked you off the platform, pulling you into a rather strong hug as he whooped.

The thought of telling him to put you down crossed your mind before you sighed.

"Ah, what the hell."

You joined in on the celebration, flipping the switch and picking Mike up instead. You heard him yelp before accepting it with a laugh.

If every challenge was going to be like this, maybe you should try and win more

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For the millionth time, you cursed Chris for being so cheap with the sitting arrangements on this show.

The peanut gallery bench felt like sitting on a combination of loose bed springs and crushed glass. But hey. At least you weren't at risk of being eliminated. Or going to Boney Island. Sam had taken the fall for you all on that one.

You had been listening to Cameron talk about the healing properties of tea for the past half hour. Coincidently, that had also been when you and Mike showed your battle scars from today's events. Something that had sent the scrawny boy - and Zoey - into a panic.

Fortunately, Cameron's textbook ramblings were cut off by Chris. The one time you'd be happy to hear his voice.

“Welcome Hamsters! Sit back and enjoy the show.” He said with glee, way happier than a normal person should be in a situation like thi. “Vultures! It's time for you to vote off your fist villain.” He said, turning to face the other team by the campfire. You shifted uncomfortably, praying to whatever that they booted someone off quickly. All you had eaten since you had gotten there was slop, and you were looking forward to a continental dinner. Dinner? Did spa hotels do a continental dinner?

It was then that you blanched, thoughts going white as a sudden pain seared through your head. It was as if someone was pounding a hot spike into your skull.

You sat rigid with pain, doing your best to figure out what the fuck was going on as everything happened around you.

Then the feeling subsided, leaving you as quick as it had come. The lingering pain stayed prominent though Like a sad punch in the face. Briefly, you remembered the shovel to the head you had taken and blamed it on that. But the conclusion left you wanting. It didn't seem right. Deep in your chest, you knew that didn't feel right. To quote Manitoba from earlier, something was off.

You shook your head - frustrated at your sudden skepticism. Since when had you been a damn psychic?

“One by one. They will all fall.”

“You say something Mike?”

Zoey's question got you to look over at him, just missing the way he gasped sharply before resuming his normal position.

"Sorry, what did you ask me?" He giggled nervously, head swimming for some reason.

"Oh, uhm, nothing. I just thought I heard something." Zoey dropped the topic, shrugging and going back to watching the elimination process. You followed her, completely oblivious to what exactly had just happened.

What a day.

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You sat in your bed, a real bed with real pillows, and opened your journal silently. It was dark both inside and out, the sound of snores soft and loud filling the air. But you were wide awake, mind buzzing with thoughts.

A pen was brought out from your travel bag as you began to write under the guidance of the moonlight, ink gliding across the paper's surface harshly.

Met Manitoba and Vito today. They were something. Not a bad something, but they were definitely something.

Even in your own head you were short and to the point.

Also got hit by a shovel. Been hurting ever since. Might get that checked out. I doubt Chris has more than interns and Chef working medical though. Probably just going to risk it. Could sue if I get brain damage anyways. Not a bad deal.

Sighing, you shut the book as softly as possible and put it away. Not much more to say. It wasn't as if you were going to go into detail about Sam peeing on himself to get rid of a jellyfish sting.

Rolling over on your side was easy. Now came the hard part. Sleep. Normally you struggled with the feeling of drowsiness, but that night it came easier than most. And at that point, you were too tired to be suspicious.

You only hoped Sierra didn't find a way to take pictures of you while you were asleep this time.

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