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Episode 1: Total Fanfare Island!

A young, 26 year old woman with a pointy chin and a beauty mark above her mouth on the left side, stood by herself on the sandy beaches of a tropical island. She was facing a camera crew that was awaiting her. She adjusted her long, dark red hair and rubbed some crust out of her maroon eyes.

The crew facing her gave her a small countdown, and she cleared her throat.

“Ever watched people on reality TV, and thought to yourself…huh…that looks easy…I can do better than those losers embarrassing themselves for a cash prize.” She asked, her tone rather excited but with a hint of sarcasm mixed in.

“Well, look no further, for our fifth installment of the hit reality show, Disventure Camp! We look to answer that question, and putting it to the ultimate test.” She raised both of her hands up in excitement. “12 of our lovely fans selected by a rigorous audition process, vs 12 of a select group of favorites from our previous 4 seasons! Will duke it out!”

She then began moving. “But, can the fans ACTUALLY outplay the favorites that they’ve studied and probably watched over these past few years! I suppose there’s only one way to find out which type of player will reign supreme, and take home the million dollar cash prize.”

She chuckled mischievously, “And boy, I can already tell that the fans we’ve selected are going to have a very, very bad day. Tee hee. I’m your host, Emily Campbell, and this is, Disventure camp: Fans vs Favorites!”

The camera static cut to find Emily on the docks of the island with a smug smile as she noticed a fancy sailboat coming to the horizon, she slowly stepped back as the boat docked and a plank began to string out. 

“Now, here’s something fun,” she said, turning to the camera. Our 12 fans have absolutely no idea that they’ll be competing against the competitors they grew up watching and adoring. And, while I’d love to spoil the surprise by having the favorites already here, we know our audience only really cares about the returnee players, so we need to introduce the fans to you first.”

She then turned as the cast began exiting the dock. 

The first to exit the boat was a young, Korean-American woman with long, straight black hair and blunt bangs with light green headband. She had dark eyes with prominent eyelashes and orange lipstick. Her outfit consisted of a white long-sleeved collared shirt under a pink sweater vest. In addition, she was also wearing a pleated green skirt, white ruffled socks, and black platform Mary Jane shoes. Completing her attire was a silver pendant. 

“First up, Say hello to Ara!” Emily announced.

(Ara Confessional)

“Hello.” The young woman said, smiling smugly. “Ara Kwon, 21, business major, and Disventure Camp’s next big, beautiful winner.” She flipped some of her hair together. 

“Anyway, I’m used to doing Whatever It Takes to get what I want, the only thing I won’t stoop to is physical injury…unlike the last few winners we’ve had on this embarrassment of a show, I have standards. But fighting tooth and nail to succeed in a world that doesn’t want me too, well, that’s kind of my hobby, and I have so much fun doing it.” 

She giggled. “Yes, you can keep telling me, No Ara, you can’t possibly win the presidential race for the student body. And to that, I say, it is mighty unfortunate that Stacy’s dad was having an affair with the dean of the business school that I just HAD to expose, as if I’m gonna let a little corruption get in my way on the board to success.” 

Her chuckling increased. “If this fandom doesn’t believe I have what it takes, just watch me go.”

Ara took her spot on the mat next to Emily, giving the host a smug wave, which Emily promptly ignored. 

“Next up! Aubrey!” 

Another woman with waist length, strawberry blonde hair and pink highlights stepped off the boat. She had very pale skin, amber eyes, and freckles. Wearing a very colorful outfit with a rainbow sweater and overall dress with varying shades of pinks, blues, and purples. In addition, she also had a necklace bearing the Gemini Zodiac sign.

Ara grimaced at the sight.

(Aubrey Confessional)

“Hey starshines! Aubrey Summers here!” The girl said, making a heart shape with her fingers. “I’m 19 years old, a psychology student, and a Gemini with a Virgo Moon and a Capricorn Rising, and you know what that means!”

She pulled out a random chart. “That’s right! Not only am I a HUGE fan of this show, but I’ve done star signs for like…almost all of the cast…okay…mainly just the ones I liked, so I know who I can like, Scorpio’s are extremely incompatible with my kind. But, I also used it for one of my final projects. It was “Astrology and Psychology! Predicting Self-Sabotage through the stars!”

She tapped her head. “I know people think that this stuff is cringe and shit. But, never underestimate how accurate they are. As a Psyche Student, I get the easy part of being a good socializer, and as a Star Sign Expert, I can sniff out suspicious people like a metal detector. I know I have what it takes to get far.

Aubrey walked over and stood next to Ara, giving the young Korean a smile which Ara returned, but, as Emily started talking and Aubrey turned away, Ara immediately turned to the cameras and did a coo-coo motion with her finger.

“Up next, we have…Bruno!” 

A small, Peruvian man basically ran off the boat excitedly, and immediately tripped on the dock with a loud slam. He had short, messy black hair that was swept to the side. He had a tan skin complexion, tawny eyes, and thin eyebrows. Wearing a patterned hoodie featuring shades of brown, cream, and white with a small animal graphic on the chest. He also had dark navy pants and large brown boots with black laces

Ara laughed as Aubrey gave her a frown as the man pushed himself up.

(Bruno Confessional) 

“AHHHHHHHHHHH!” The young man screamed in a high pitched voice, before fanning himself off. “Sorry, sorry…I just…I can’t believe I’m here! This is like…the biggest dream come true for a guy like me! There’s no bigger fan of the show than me! Bruno Valdivieso! 23! And a Personal Assistant! Been watching since season 1, and I know exactly what I’m getting myself into!” 

He smiled. “That’s my biggest strength right there, I know every player, their strengths, their weaknesses, what they do right, what they do wrong, and how to play the game. There's not a single thing this season can do to throw me off my game! More importantly, I also know how to appeal to this fanbase!”

He frowned. “Speaking of…in my personal life, I happen to be a personal assistant to a…rather obnoxious but extremely wealthy socialite with a lot of demands and a lot of shit that they put me through, uh…but, that just means that the Riya’s and Alec’s of this season won’t come anywhere close to touching me, hell, I could even put up with Spencer’s bullshit if I competed with him. Trust me, there’s nothing that the great Bruno Livo can’t do! And I’m going all the way to the end, I already won the moment I got casted, so they might as well write me the check now.”

Bruno took his spot next to Aubrey and Ara, both women gave him differing looks that he didn’t pay attention to, Ara’s looked rather disgusted while Aurbey looked rather happy. 

“Our next contestant is Dunia!” 

The three look over as a dark skinned woman with long, dark locs tied back into a large bun, with several loose locks hanging down stepped off the boat. She had dark green eyes with orange eyeshadow and dark lipstick. Wearing a celestial-themed outfit featuring a white crop top with light purple trim, a long yellow cardigan patterned with suns and moons, giant tan sandals and a long blue skirt. In addition, she also had a variety of accessories, including sun-shaped gold earrings, a pearl necklace with a purple gem, silver bracelets, silver loc cuffs, and a gold chain belt with sun medallions.

(Dunia Confessional)

“Hey all, Dunia Makiese here.” She said, smiling. “To all those saying Disventure Camp has been lacking the magic as of late, I’m here to fix that.” she moved her fingers into a mediating stance.

“As a 30 year old tarot card reader, and professional witch, Disventure Camp’s never seen anyone quite like me. Hey, they casted a Nun, so I guess they could cast a wicker. Not that I’m complaining, I love this trashy show and I intend to win.”

She giggled. “That shouldn’t be too hard for someone like me, either. Once I have my altar set up, I have this tendency to cast a spell that makes people open up even if they fully don’t intend on it. And on a show like this…well…that’s everything you need. I fully intend to charm my way straight to that million of all these lovely individuals I’m about to meet.”

Dunia stepped next to Aubrey and Bruno as Ara gave the most deadpan look ever over at the camera before faking a yawn.

“Up next, we have Ernesto!”

The 4 looked over as a large, pale-skinned man with wrinkled, white hair, a large mustache, and a long beard. He wears a moss-green, collared, buttoned shirt. He had a rather grumpy look but he did walk with a rather careful and professional stride as he looked at Emily. 

“Thank you, Mrs. Campbell.” he said.

(Ernesto Confessional)

“Ahem, Ernesto Salvatierra.” The man spoke with a Spanish accent. “I am a 63 year old corporate trainer from Spain, a naturally born leader of my kind, and the next winner of this show!”

He pointed at himself. “Most people think that, at my age, I’ll be nothing but a hindrance, and to that, I say fooey, I’ve done well to keep this old body in shape, and, lest not forget that the first winner of the show was a 70 year old lady. Miriam should be an inspiration for all of us old folk who worry about our age catching up to us. Richard also did quite impressively and had all his skills intact, old people like me have had a history of impressing the young people of this fandom, and I hope to follow in their footsteps.”

“This camp will be filled with young people who are temperamental and egotistical, and that’s something that faults many of them. But, with my expert leadership, I can guide them so they don’t have to bear the responsibilities of humiliating themselves and leave a trail that could leave them jobless. These young folks think their past will never catch up to them, but…clearly they all believe they won’t be the next Yul or Riya.”

“I’ve picked up many skills in my long 63 years of life, and, while some may seem useless, I know that woodcarving could actually be quite useful, never count your potentially useless skills out, you could just get a challenge that’s right up your alley.”

“Amiigos, please move aside.” Ernesto said calmly, as he moved in between the group.

“Our next contestant is a big one,” Emily smiled. “The heir to the Marlo Oil fortune, it’s Evie!”

The 5 looked over as a large woman with blonde, wavy hair styled in a vintage fashion, accented with large gold hoop earrings stepped off the boat. She had light blue eyes, pink blush, and red lipstick. She was wearing a sophisticated outfit featuring a light pink, knee-length dress with purple and blue floral patterns. In addition, she also had a pink neck scarf, cat-eye sunglasses perched on her head, and was holding a small purple clutch bag.

“Oh brother…” Ernesto grunted as Ara groaned.

(Evie Confessional)

“Hey all! I’m Evie!” The woman said, waving. “I put in so much work making myself look good, that I spend all my time lounging and vacationing at different resorts all around the world! I love lounging, eating, traveling, getting massages, and…yeah…basically all the amenities life can afford, I just wish that everyone could experience life the way I do.” 

“Anyway, it’s so nice to be competing in this game, it looks like so much fun. I don’t really need the money or anything like that, honestly it’s kind of stupid to think I would. But, I suppose winning could prove to people that I can legitimately earn money on my own merit. So many people complain about how I just get everything handed to me. Hello, it’s not my fault I was just born rich, what else am I supposed to do with all this money?” 

She raised her sunglasses. “Actually, a lot of poor men seem to compete on this show, maybe they wouldn’t mind a sugar mommy catch like myself…hmmm…maybe I can do some scouting and find my true love here after all this time…that could be fun. Oh yeah, and hopefully I get to push someone off a cliff too! That always looks so much fun, when that girl, Raya I think, did it to that Aiden guy, and that was so funny, I was laughing for days!”

Evie walked over to the mat between them and stood between Ernesto and Bruno, who both shivered uncomfortably as they took steps away. 

“Alright, thank you, Evie!” Emily said. “Our next contestant, hailing from Australia, it’s Finn!”

The 6 looked over as a…well…they couldn’t quite tell the man’s age, stepped off the boat, he blew a few kisses to the camera in a showboaty fashion. He had short, styled blonde hair and a thin blonde mustache. His light blue eyes were covered by dark sunglasses on top of his head. He was wearing a dark brown, long-sleeved coat with a cream-colored fur trim along the collar, front, and cuffs. Underneath, he had an orange shirt and a dark belt with a gold star-shaped buckle holding up dark navy pants. Completing his attire was white gloves, and dark brown dress shoes.

The man walked down to the mat, where Bruno stepped up to him. 

“Hey, I’m-” Bruno was cut off as Finn pushed him aside and stood next to Ara. 

“Sorry, but, I have a condition to not talk to people who greet me with Hi. It's too annoyingly desperate of a way to make friends.” Finn replied as Ara snickered.

(Finn Confessional)

“Names Finnian Alcott, but, my friends and boyfriend just call me, Finn, and that’s how I expect all the gays who love this show to address me too.” The man smiled, flashing his pearly white teeth at the camera. “I’m an 18 year old performing arts student, and one of the best in my class and school and generation. I’d like to see anyone else perform a better rendition of Giants in the Sky from the into the woods.”

“You won’t, I promise you, it’s simply impossible.” He laughed evilly. “Now as for the game I believe that theater girl from last season, Ivy…put it best.” His tone switched to a mocking voice.

“People have such a bad impression of actors on this show. Especially after Riya fucked us all over by going ‘le epic girlboss.’ blah blah blah.” He smiled smugly. “To that, Ivy, I say, good. It’s actually your fault that you ruined the good faith actors had drummed up from Riya. People should fear those in the performing arts industry above all else. Us actors are all MISERABLE humans, look at the clowns in Hollywood, being miserable gets you popular. I intend to snatch back the claws actors should have from Riya.” 

“Backstabbing, acting a friend to people... you know the deal. Way too many people worry about how they're "perceived" on the show and it gets so boring, but not me. I’m going to give the gays EVERYTHING they want.”

“Thank you, Finn…for going just a bit too fast…” Emily grunted. “Next up, say hello to Manu!” 

The contestants looked over as another man exited the boat. He had dark brown hair tied back into a ponytail with a small tuft on top. He had dark eyes, thick eyebrows, and a full, dark beard and mustache. He was wearing a dark navy jacket over a cream-colored tank top with teal vertical stripes. He also had light blue jeans and a gold chain necklace with a circular medallion.

(Manu Confessional)

“What’s up, party people!” The man shouted, doing a few surfer signs with his fingers. “Name’s Manu Tuimavave, 39 years old, and an appliance salesman. Might not sound the most exciting, but…hey when people need something I’m always glad to be the one to help out. Hehe. You need a coffee maker, I’m your guy.”

He sighed. “Disventure Camp…can’t believe I made the cut, my little bro’s gonna be so excited to see me competing. I often find myself alone more often than not, but, the one thing I’ve learned is that you can get a lot of mileage out of a good smile and a hearty laugh. Sure, I might not be the smartest in terms of strategy, and I might be a bit overly trusting for my own good, but, I see that as a strength, you feel…people always could use an extra vote, and flying under the radar and having a good social game, well, I can’t possibly be an early boot like that.”

He smiled smugly. “Watch closely lil’ bro, I’m gonna win this show!”

Manu took his spot behind Bruno on the mat as Emily smiled smugly. 

“Alright, that’s 8 down, only 4 to go.” She smiled. “Next up, Nura!” 

A thin woman with dark skin, brown eyes and a small mole on her left cheek walked off the boat. She had purple eyeshadows, and her lips were coated with purple lipstick and two piercings in her lower lip, a left nostril piercing and an earring of a purple crystal with bat wings. She had long dreadlocks, black on the left side and burgundy on the right, and a greenish bandana on her forehead. She wore an open, dark greenish/bluish jacket, revealing her black shirt underneath with a skull print.

(Nura Confessional) 

“Yo, Nura Sahal, 28 years old, and cashier at a retail chain I’m not allowed to say because capitalism is the literal worst thing to ever happen to anyone ever…riveting.” She sighed. “I know I’m supposed to talk about myself, so, I’ll be doing it the way of my favorite pastime, complaining. Like when my roommate ate my leftover Taco Bell without asking, and when my co-worker took himself just a bit too seriously.”

“For example, my manager holds his title like it's his god given duty. My brother in christ, you work for a capitalist chain hellhole that doesn't give a damn about you. You ass would be fired if I bothered to report the time you fucking screamed at a pregnant woman. But I suppose maybe he does it because he feels that all he has to offer in life, as for me, I have much broader ambitions than slaving away behind a cashier.”

She grunted. “Like signing up for this trashy show…well…it worked for Ellie, and, given I’m already at Zero, there’s only one way to go…I suppose. I’m not social, nor am I a powerhouse, but, I bring a sense of realism, and, as reality shows go on, they tend to start casting more insane nutjobs, so, if nothing else, I can be the normal one that everyone loves…and then start an influencer life and beg them for money…certainly beats holding a real job.”

Nura took her spot next to Dunia, who gave her a friendly smile, which she promptly turned her head away from in annoyance.

“Next up, Oliwia!” Emily pointed. 

The 9 looked over as a short young woman with short, curly orange hair and large round glasses exited the boat excitedly. She had light green eyes and was wearing red lipstick. She wore a purple sweater patterned with black cat faces over a pink collared shirt. Competing her attire was long teal pants and white sneakers with red and blue accents.

(Oliwia Confessional)

“Hey, I’m Oliwia Moravska.” She said, waving happily. “I’m a 23 year old taxidermist.” 

She shivered uncomfortably. “I…I know people might think that’s weird or…disgusting…but…what is more beautiful than preserving and immortalizing something and holding it forever. I have two dogs, a cat, and a raccoon. Sure, none of them are alive…but…I value their presence nonetheless.”

She chuckled. “I have this show on all the time while I work, sometimes it's for background noise, but hey, everyone has their own quirks. Being here is a dream come true for someone like me, hopefully if I get popular enough I can return to seasons with others, like maybe Karol or Gabby. Surely they, as animal lovers, appreciate my craft.” 

“I do want to do well, but…more than anything, I want to meet new people…everyone else has come out with a good experience, so…why not me?”

Oliwia excitedly moved to the end of the mat where she smiled at everyone, most of them gave her friendly smiles back.

“That makes 10, only two left.” Emily smiled. “Next up, Ren!” 

The next person to step out had messy, dark, purple-toned hair that covered his eyes. He had tan skin and a gold star-shaped earring in his visible ear, along with a band-aid on his nose bridge. He was wearing a white long-sleeved crop top and green trousers held up by matching green suspenders; he also had dark green pointed shoes.

(Ren Confessional)

“Yo, I’m Ren Moraga.” The young man said, smiling at the camera. “I’m a 25 year old, chilean american, graphic designer! But I’m also kinda from…everywhere! Growing up, I kind of lived on the road and I got to meet people from all walks of life! They were all very welcoming to this gender-fluid jester.” 

He stood up and did a full flip in front of the camera. “That will be one of my biggest strengths, in addition to the athleticism I’ll have hidden away from my time as an acrobat, that will leave my competition in shock and awe. Everyone’s got a story, and no one and nothing, will surprise this great icon.” 

Ren giggled. “Now, I’m no dummy, I know people can find me eccentric, and weird, but that’s what makes being a fan of this show so special, I fit basically right in with all the other cooky and zany folks casted around here, this show brings an air of normalcy to all walks of life, and it's great to see such diversity in cultures. I’m not here to play, I’m here to win, just like all the others, and trust me, I think I will do just fine.”

Ren took their spot on the mat as Emily chuckled. “And then there was one, everyone, give a warm welcome to…Sam!” 

The 11 of them looked at the last man to walk out of the boat. He had brown, messy hair with a small tuft sticking up at the top. He had tan skin, dark eyes and a slight stubble on his chin. He is wearing a tropical outfit with a white short-sleeved button-up shirt featuring blue floral patterns and a blue collar. In addition, he was also wearing orange shorts with white drawstrings, blue beaded bracelets on both wrists, and brown sandals.

(Sam Confessional)

“Hey, Samuel Thitivoranan.” he said, smiling and waving, he had a calm tone to him. “27, and I’m a risk analyst, a really good one, for the record…at least, that’s what my coworkers tell me, that I have the uncanny ability to dodge risk, versus reward, accurately, regardless of venture, I always lead people to making the right choice, everytime.” 

He smiled proudly. “Considering the nature of this reality show, at least, what I saw from season 1, I think I’ll do quite well. My reasons for competing on this show are…personal…so, if any of you people think you’re getting shit out greetings with me in a swimsuit or being shirtless, sorry, but I didn’t exactly come out here to be the next himbo sex bait man appeal that Tom, Logan, and James were…so…you’ll have to look elsewhere.” 

He chuckled. “That being said, I do appreciate the opportunity to be out here, and I look forward to meeting new people. My reasons for competing may be personal, but, my drive to win, certainly isn’t. This show looked like a blast in season 1, and I wanna see just how far I can make it. I’m already expecting some…interesting…people on the show I’ll have to work with, but I've been told I’m really good at first impressions, and I can connect with anyone, quite easily.”

Sam took his spot on the mat, giving everyone a very friendly smile as Emily clapped her hands.

“Welcome, fans…to your FAVORITE SHOW!” she announced. “I hope-”

“Uh…Emily…” she looked over as Sam raised his hand. “Wasn’t there…a 13th person…on the boat?” 

“That’s quite alright…I’ve been told I’m quite forgettable.” All 12 fans jumped as their heads turned to a member who just…appeared on the mat between them, he was a young man with very short blond hair that extended down to cover his left eye. His right, exposed eye was a deep bluish color, and he had very pale skin, his facial tone was met with a very high ‘resting bitchface.’ energy. The boy wore an oversized blue hoodie and black sweatpants.

Emily grunted in frustration. “I was…hoping…none of you noticed and I could get away with this…” she grunted, before motioning at the young man. “Come here, you…lovely freak.” 

The blonde-haired man smiled as he walked up to Emily and turned to face her.

“This is Moon,” she introduced. “He’s my uh…new co-host this season…apparently, he was one of 18 other people that auditioned for this season, and, production couldn’t quite squeeze him in with the rest of you, so…they auditioned those 18 in a contest to be a cohost for this season…they said it would…fit with the theme…we’re going for. He was the winner.”

Moon gave them all a rather evil smile as he waved at them. 

“Talk about getting the short end of the stick, mate.” Finn laughed. “You get to watch us compete knowing you’re a reject.” 

“I don’t know what contract you all signed, but I’m getting paid, and get to be on camera every episode without fear of elimination” Moon smiled smugly back. “Since they basically just gave me a job.” 

“Yeah, and how much are you getting paid minimum wage to clean up our messes?” Nura rolled her eyes sarcastically.

“200k…an episode, thank you very much.” All the fans' eyes widened in surprise. 

“Are you fucking serious?!” Ara snarled. “So in just 5 episodes…”

“I’ll make essentially what you miserable lot are competing for in the next 52 days.” Moon laughed.

Before any of the fans could open their mouths again, Emily cut them off.

“Regardless of what you…think, you all get to compete, and Moon doesn’t, and, despite what his insane lectures to you say, he’s only here on contest rules, so, he won’t do much that Oliver and I did as Interns…just with the caveat that we have to pay him.”

None of the fans said anything, but they did give the new cohost a side eyed glare. 

“Anyway…” Emily said. “Look at all your fresh new faces, I bet all 12 of you are thinking the same thing, right, you think you can win this!”

“I know I can!” Bruno said, waving his hand excitedly. “As a personal assistant, this show can’t throw anything worse at me than what I already deal with on a day to day basis.”

“You mean, other than finding you annoying and saddling you with work so that they don’t have to see you most of the day.” Moon asked. 

Bruno’s face flushed as Finn and Ara laughed while the other fans shot glares at him. 

“Well, Bruno, your enthusiasm and request for a challenge has been noted.” Emily smiled. “Now, are you ready to see who you all will be competing against?”

“Uh…is it not each other?” Ernesto asked. “There’s 12 of us here already.” 

“Yeah…this is a literal army.” Finn continued, glaring over at Evie who seemed distracted.

“Nope, this will be our biggest season yet, 24 competitors to be exact.” Emily wagged a finger, you 12, will be one team.”

Finn looked over at Evie, who was admiring her nails. Before grunting. “Great…”

“So…who is our competition on the opposing team then?” Dunia asked. “Especially since you said there were 18 other contestants including the one next to you who didn’t make the cut.”

“Well…I’m so glad you asked, Dunia.” Emily said, as she finished, the sounds of helicopter blades began whirling around, entering everyone’s earshot,

The contestants all looked up in surprise as it flew overhead and towards the beachside where it landed on the ground and its hatch opened. 

“As fans of the show, I know it’s a dream for most of you to compete against your favorite competitors. So, we’ve brought back the 12 Favorites of our previous 3 Disventure Camp cast!” Emily said. “It is with great honor that I welcome back…”

The 12 began to hop off the Helicopter side.

“Alec, Fiore, Gabby, Tom, Aiden, Rosa, Lake, Ally, Natalia, Spencer, Anastasia, and-”

Everyone’s heads turned as the last one fell to the ground, faceplanting, he was a fair-skinned man with brown hair. He wore a white button-down dress shirt with an orange sweater over it, in addition to khakis, eyeglasses, and a pair of jet black dress shoes.

“Somehow…Benji.” Emily finished.

“Uh…ouch…” Benji said, pushing himself off and dusting himself off. “But…I still made the cut.”

“Thank the Benjinators for that.” Emily said. “Seriously, thank them, you were the literal last person that production chose before we had to start dipping to premergers.” 

“Barely making the call must be right with this sorry excuse for a cast.” All the favorites looked over at Moon. “Reddit’s gonna be in fucking shambles when they see who production thinks the fandom considers ‘favorites.’ over here.” 

“I’m sorry, but, who the hell asked you?” Aiden grunted. 

“Oh please, it’s basic math, these people think the show is rigged from the start, the least you could do is play into it.” Moon said, rolling his eyes. “I mean, seriously, aside from Alec, Fiore, and Rosa almost all y'all's reputations got flushed down the gutter with your embarrassing performances in all-stars.”

He then looked at Spencer, Natalia, Anastasia, and Benji. “And, no offense to any of you, especially you Natalia, I respect your slay queen style. But…all of them, over Isabel, really?”

“Sisters out on a missionary trip.” Natalia giggled. “I completely understand the disappointment. But, I’m glad you’re not too mad.” 

“I can’t be mad at you, especially when Aiden and Tom are here to ruin everything.

Aiden flinched as Tom frowned. 

Ally then narrowed her eyes. “Wait…are you the…”

“Guy who said Riya better win All-Stars after Grett got eliminated, why yes, I am.” Moon smiled, proudly. “And, while I have warmed up to Jake and especially you, Ally, from the cesspit of hatred that was flung at you, I do stand by what I said back then. Riya was, unfortunately, the better winner.” 

Fiore and Alec chuckled as most of the Favorites glared at them. 

“I mean…he’s not wrong.” Fiore chuckled. “You clowns embarrassed yourselves.” 

“Yeah, glad to see the show has a host who’s willing to banter with you all the way you treat us.” Alec adjusted his glasses.

Emily held up a hand to silence them all. “Regardless of our..warm introductions…” She turned back to the 12 fans, who all looked extremely excited. “That is indeed right, fans you’re competition, will be these 12 favorites of the past!”

(Finn Confessional)

“Oh my god. I get to play with TOM!” He sang, before fanning himself with his hands as a blush spread across his face.

“Babe, just remember, if anything happens, we agreed that he was my hall pass…”

(Aubrey Confessional)

“That new co-host liking Alec just goes to show how overrated he is.” The psyche student sighed. “I mean, imagining stanning cancer, both literally and metaphorically.”

“So, fans and favorites…” Emily said. “Take a look at your competition, size each other up.”

“And remember.” Moon chuckled. “All you 12 have a legacy, so, if you lose to any of these bumbling buffoons who think they know your every move from edited television, there’s no hope for any of you to walk out of this season with your ego intact.”

The 12 favorites looked across from each other, as a few gave waves directed at the fans. Finn to Tom, Oliwia to Gabby, and Ernesto to Ally. 

Ally returned hers, but Tom and Gabby both crossed their arms as Alec spotted that none of the fans seemed to give him any mind.

(Alec Confessional)

“Given that my ex-wife has barred me from seeing my son, I truly have nothing else left to lose here apart from Fiore.” The man grunted. “After what happened with Riya, I’d have never shown my face here again if it wasn’t for her all things considered, I just couldn’t bear the thought of her coming out here with these other hellspawns that hate her for committing the crime of playing the game meanly.”

He sighed. “At the same time, that new cohost has a point, if I can’t be this sorry excuse for opponents, there’s truly no hope left for me…especially when that blasted hypocrite Tom is still here. If nothing else, I’m gonna make damn sure I beat him again. If only to piss off his fans who think he’s worth a shit. I beat him in All-Stars and Season 1, that’s my minimum goal.”

“Anyway, that’s enough sizing each other up…” Emily said. “It’s time to get into your first immunity challenge?”

The fans flinched. 

“Wait, an immunity challenge, already?!” Bruno asked, nervously. 

“Yeah…what do you expect?” Emily frowned. “We’ve got 24 of you with 26 episodes, ya’ll need to start dropping like flies.” 

“Oh. So I guess that means you can rule out comebacks.” Moon snickered as the Fans looked between each other, concerned. “Given the finale is always 2 parts, that only leaves us room for one none-elimination episode I suppose. Better make your bonds fast.”

(Bruno Confessional)

“Shit…” He grunted, punching his head in frustration. “I already made such an embarrassing first impression. As a personal assistant, that’s the literal worst thing I could do…I can’t screw this up more…”

(Aiden Confessional)

“Man, it is so awesome to be in this position.” The influencer said with a rather smug tone. “In season 2, I was the fan competing on my favorite show. Now, I’m an actual favorite.”

“Behind each of you, there is a crate with the supplies you’ll need for the first challenge, set up by Moon of course. While I was talking to you.”

The fans and favorites turned to find boxes behind them, which they opened, taking out a colored hat and glasses, Yellow for the Fans, purple for the Favorites, and 24 paintball guns.

“Wait…I know this…” Tom said.

“Really, that tiny brain of yours can actually REMEMBER something?” Fiore asked. “I’m impressed, you really did decide to evolve from last season Tom. I suppose without Jake’s whiny ass here to make you look just 1% better, you realized you’d actually have to try instead of ripping your shirt off in challenges.” 

“Would it KILL you to try and act like you’ve learned to be nicer?” Tom grunted.

“Why? You’re not nice to me, and you’re a grown man in your 30s!” Fiore said. “But you could’ve fooled me, and everyone else given your fans treat you like a baby even though you ghosted your husband for two years because you were scared.”

Alec and Spencer both chuckled as Tom, Gabby, Aiden, and Lake shot the child glares while Anastasia rolled her eyes, and Ally rubbed her arm uncomfortably.

(Ally Confessional)

“Fiore did support me in the finale of All-Stars…and…I appreciate her every day for that. But…man I worry she’s learned nothing, and…I can’t rely on her and Alec if they’ve learned just as little as everyone else.” She tapped her fingers together nervously.

“A lot of her fans did come to my aid and defense for being the only person to give her a chance, but…I worry how many of them I can keep in good graces when she and Alec are very obviously outnumbered here…they can’t possibly expect me to go with them again.”

(Tom Confessional)

“Fiore and Alec are just as insufferable as ever I see.” He grunted, crossing his arms. “But this time, it’ll be different, I mean, we out number them, massively, even with the four newbies from Carnival of Chaos, there’s no way all 4 of them will work with them. I’m gonna beat them both this time, just you wait and see.”

“Well, Fiore does have a point.” Emily smiled. “I should hope everyone here remembers, for the first challenge, we’re bringing back the first challenge ever done on Disventure Camp, Paintball Capture the Flag!”

“You should know how this works.” Emily said. “But, just as a little refresher for the fans, the first side to bring back the flag to their base, wins. You can use the paintball gun, your bodies, whatever you need to get to the other side and back.”

“Additionally, you’ll be playing for a reward…” Emily added. “This time, it’s going to be a fully built shelter, and trust me, you’re gonna want it, cause this time, we’re not giving you a tent.” 

“Great…” Fiore rolled her eyes. 

“Anyway, Moon and I will let you get to your bases and give you a few minutes to strategize.” Emily smiled. “Then, we’ll get started.”

The two teams walked off as the hostess turned to her new co-host with a frown. “Are you really going to banter with them like that, all season?” she asked.

“If you casted me as an actual contestant, like I applied for, I would’ve acted much worse to all of them.” Moon replied proudly. “But, since I won the contest, and you’re paying me, as long as I don’t do what you did for Yul, and try to help the game in a contestant's favor, you can’t fire me, and I get paid.”

He chuckled. “And trust me, I’ll be doing neither of that when you give me a paycheck this fat. So, you, and everyone else, are stuck with me making shitty one liners and roasts for the contestants, for 26 long episodes.”

Emily rubbed her eyes in frustration. “I, and everyone else, are gonna hate every second of you, I can tell.”

“Too bad, so sad for them.” Moon chuckled. “Maybe next time, cast me, instead of allowing annoying shits like Bruno on the show. I can already tell you he’s gonna be hated.”

“Your perception of our fandom is very, very skewed.” Emily frowned. “But, I suppose I’d expect that from someone who dresses like some stupid anime character.”

The favorites arrived at their station, where they found a chair and mat, Tom immediately motioned all 12 of them together. 

“Alright team, listen up.” he said. “I’ve got a plan, I’ll bring a small group with me to take the flag, and the rest of you stay here and be on the look out for any invading fans.”

“I don’t recall voting you as our leader, Tom.” Alec grunted.

“And I don't recall anyone asking for your opinion.” Anastasia grunted at Alec, who flinched. “Tom, you may carry on.”

“Alec’s right though.” Fiore said, rolling her eyes. “Tom did this same stupid strategy in the first season, and he fucking lost to a child who outsmarted him. These are FANS of this show, they’d surely expect that he’d try the same stupid strategy again.”

“I lost because you made a fake flag.” Tom said.

“Yeah, you were stupid then, and you’re still stupid now. I don’t see why Fiore and I are not allowed to critique that.”  

“Your criticism is welcome, Alec, it’s just wrong and stupid.” Anastasia replied, shooting Alec down with a glare. “Let Tom lead us…”

“Thanks Anastasia.” Tom said, smiling as Alec, Fiore, Natalia, and Spencer crossed their arms in annoyance. “Gabs, you’re with me.”

“Aye Aye, Captain Bestie!” The Polish girl saluted. 

“Don’t think you’re going anywhere without me.” Aiden said, butting in, “Lake should come too, we’ll make this a mini-cyan reunion.”

Lake blushed, noting Rosa’s uncomfortable look. “I can’t exactly say no to that, Aiden.” She said, “But, remember, we are here to compete and win…Rosa, how about you join us?”

“Actually…” She and Rosa looked over at Tom. “Rosa should stay here and guard the flag…” 

“Why?” Rosa asked.

“She’s the most…trustworthy.” Tom glared at Alec and Fiore

The Turkish man and child frowned.

“Oh, so you think we’re gonna fucking give the fans the flag and let them win?!” Fiore hissed. “God, you really ARE stupid.”

“Yeah, we’re not gonna throw the fucking challenge you ignorant buffon.” Alec grunted. 

“Does ANYONE want to speak up on their behalf?” Tom asked. “Or are we all in agreement?” 

Alec and Fiore looked as the remaining 10 didn’t say anything, though, Fiore did note Anastasia’ sudden mood shift at Tom’s rebuttal.

(Anastasia Confessional)

“Okay…maybe that wasn’t my smartest idea.” she said, facepalming. “I just wanted Alec to shut up because he’s…well…Alec, but clearly expecting someone like Tom to be smarter and just be grateful for a second opinion was asking too much.”

(Spencer Confessional)

“I’d normally speak up against Tom’s idiot way of thinking, but…last season, I made too many enemies early, best keep my options open, especially when Natalia and Anastasia are here.”

“Alright, everyone else, partner up!” Tom said, as Alec and Fiore just silently stared off to the back. “Go Favorites!” 

The 12 dispersed as Alec and Fiore just looked between each other.

“We’re so fucked…” Alec grunted. “And this is why I told you we shouldn’t come back.”

“Sorry, but I thought the fandom would’ve known better than to vote Tom into this season.” Fiore grunted. 

“The fans are stupid, we’ve known this by now.” Alec replied. “They only want to see Tom win and win and us suffer. Honestly, they were smart to vote us in, cause it’s just gonna be our humiliation ritual while his ass gets a perfect cushion the entire way through.”

There was a bit of silence as the two looked between each other uncomfortably.

“Look for the totem?” Fiore asked.

“Might as well…” Alec grunted.

(Tom Confessional)

“To be honest, without a mission, or a goal, I really didn’t wanna come back,” Tom said, frowning. “But, Gabby convinced me that I should let myself play without the burden of a job, or, my past mistakes with Jake to drag me back.”

He smiled. “And you know what, she’s right, I was a bit worried when I saw faces like Spencer and Anastasia, honestly their aggressive gameplay style didn’t suit my tastes and made them more favorable to Alec. And, Ally’s a complete wild card against us, but…with Rosa, and seeing as how nobody was willing to stick up for Alec and Fiore, this’ll finally be the season I CRUSH THEM as they so desperately deserve.”

He chuckled smugly. “Honestly, I can't believe they even decided to come back. They’re so washed now that everyone knows their tricks, there’s no way I could fumble. Tom fans are gonna be eating GOOD this season.”

(Lake Confessional)

“After my…short…performance in All-Stars. I honestly thought my popularity would’ve been down the gutter like Moon said.” Lake chuckled. “I mean, I’d never expect what some reddit cohost said about me to matter, but, compared to others from my season, like Aiden, Tess, Hunter, and…even Riya somehow…I figured my fandom popularity would’ve waned.”

She smiled proudly. “But, I’m back, and I’m grateful the fans still want me in, and with Aiden and Rosa no less.” 

That smile turned to an uncomfortable frown. “Unfortunately…I wish Rosa could’ve joined our quartet meet up, I know she was on the fritz about returning. But…I’m sure she’ll have nothing to worry about, I shouldn’t either.”

The 12 fans huddled together, and an immediate silence swept over them as they looked between each other.

“Uh…so…what exactly are we gonna do?” Finn asked.

“Uh…we win!” Dunia said, chuckling. “Simple as that.”

“Famous last words from this one.” Nura said, rolling her eyes. “What are you even supposed to be with that uh…interesting…outfit?”

“Tarot Reader, Butterscotch lover, but most spectacularly…a WITCH!” She said, proudly.

“A witch?!” Evie said, in awe. “So you got magic?!” 

“That’s awesome! There’s no way we can lose!” Sam said, proudly. 

“Great…” Nura rolled her eyes. “Wanna just…magic the flag over to us…or perhaps read the other teams tarots so we can get an idea as to what they might do.”

“Oh wee! What a great idea!” Dunia said, proudly, before sighing. “If only my stuff wasn’t confiscated by the show before I got here…that’s not gonna happen.”

Finn and Ara boredly looked between each other, before Ernesto cleared his throat.

“Looks like the team could use a leader,” he began. “And I-”

“Think that the last time they did this challenge, Tom had everyone guard his team’s flag, and then took a small group consisting of only people he trusted to steal the other team’s flag.” Bruno interrupted

“And what exactly does this do for us?” Ara asked. “Other than tell us that you binge this show way too goddamn much to remember such a stupid detail?”

Bruno frowned. “What I’m trying to say, Ara, is that there’s no way Tom’s stupid enough to do the same strategy twice. We should go for an all out assault, and keep them on the defensive.”

“And what if you’re wrong, son?” Ernesto asked, rather annoyed as the man crossed his arms.

Bruno immediately began stammering. “Well…well…we don’t…HAVE TO…he said. It was just…an idea.”

Sam stepped over and patted the man on the shoulder. “Now now, Ernesto.” he said, calmly. “Bruno’s the first one to give us an idea…I say we give him a shot, he might be onto something, surely the favorites who failed have to have learned something.”

“Hmph.” Ernesto grunted, turning his head away.

“Heh, thanks, Sam…” Bruno tapped his fingers. “It’s nice to have someone who believes in me, The woman I’m a personal assistant too, sure doesn’t.”

“I wonder why that is.” Finn muttered under his breath as Ara snickered.

“So uh…if we’re going with the all out offensive, one person should still stay here with the flag.” Ren spoke up. “Who will that be?”

“Uh thank god this chair is here!” The 11 looked over as Evie sat down, taking her hat off and began fanning herself. “I’m so exhausted from this heat…”

The 11 fans looked between each other, before shrugging.

(Finn Confessional)

“As much as I love Tom, I unfortunately know him better than this supposed Super Fan Bruno to say that he is NOT smart enough to switch his strategy, it’s why we love him, he’s like…the ultimate himbo stereotype.” He cooed heavily and fanned himself.

He smiled smugly. “But, Bruno’s incompetence and ego will make for an easy first vote, unless someone else does something completely batshit stupid, which, even better, it’ll just mean we can kick him down the line and get rid of him later…also, his hyper offense idea means I have an excuse to see Tom’s hot, muscular body, up close and personal!”

The 24 contestants waited before Emily’s voice came over some speaker coms.

“For immunity, and Reward…this challenge starts…NOW!”

Alec and Fiore walked through the woods, holding onto their paintball guns, but not really paying attention to anything else.

“It’s been 4 years, and these fucking assholes still refuse to move on.” Fiore hissed.

“Yeah…we’ll certainly have our work cut out for us.” Alec deadpanned, as he looked through a bush. “Perhaps we’ll have to align with one of the newer players, and try to fade into the background while they cause problems.”

“Good luck with that, Anastasia already showed she hates you, and Benji’s more of a liability than an ally.” Fiore frowned. 

“Spencer could work.” Alec replied. 

“Yeah, another know-it-all Brit with glasses.” Fiore said, “It’s like you want to kill me, Alec.”

“Well, this, British know-it-all, knows that Natalia was dumb enough to flip on her alliances and got severely screwed for it, she wasn’t nearly as bad as that olympic swimmer, granted, but still, she’s not super loyal to anyone who’s not a Nun.”

Fiore groaned. “Yep, we’re fucked.” she said. “An Idol only delays the inevitable by getting Tom out.” 

“Perhaps not.” Alec said, smiling. “Tom and Aiden were pretty stupid to bring up that Cyan Quartet, and, as much as the Carnival Cronies hate each other, I’m certain they’ll understand that letting the 4 of them run the game with Rosa while they bicker amongst each other is a terrible idea.” 

“Still, again, it only delays the inevitable…” Fiore replied. “We need that idol…or an advantage.”

“Well…shouldn’t be too hard to slip away given everyone hates us-OW!” Alec was cut off as a barrage of paintballs began flying at him and Fiore.

Aubrey and Sam ran by them, chuckling together as Alec pushed himself up, grunting.

“Are you okay?” he asked, looking at Fiore, laying on the ground.

“Yeah…” she hissed, as Alec picked her up, before they both looked at a palm tree they were near.

“Odd…who drew a stupid dinosaur on the tree.” Fiore grunted.

“Keep it in the back of your mind.” Alec grunted. "Maybe it's a clue...or something."

“Man, I always wanted to do that to Alec!” Aubrey giggled as she and Sam continued running through the forest. “And you got a good shot on Fiore despite her being so small.”

Sam chuckled. “Thanks…uh…this was a pretty good challenge in Season 1…probably why I fell in love with the show since they opened so strongly, I also used to go paintballing with a few friends in college so…you could say I’m quite adept.”

“Hmm, a Capricorn, by chance?” Aubrey asked, giving him a rather smug smile.

“Uh…actually I’m a scorpio…but…I’ve never placed much faith in that stuff.” Sam rubbed the back of his head. 

“Oh…I see…” Aubrey grunted. “A scorpio…”

“I’m a virgo.” Both of them jumped as Oliwia popped out of a bush. “Is…is that good?”

“Uh…but…” Sam pointed back at the way they came before turning back to her. “Where did you even come from?” 

“Eh, who cares, Virgo’s a great, how about you follow my lead you earth-aspected queen! And…you too, Sam!” 

Oliwia giggled mischievously as Sam shuddered uncomfortably watching the two women go off.

(Aubrey Confessional)

“A virgo queen ruled by Mercury." She sighed as her eyes twinkled. “It almost makes up for the fact that I somehow found myself next to such a disgusting Scorpio like Sam…he needs to go, and fast. But, that shouldn’t be too hard to make happen. Scorpio’s are notoriously the most disgusting, inhumane people to ever walk the face of planet earth.”

Benji watched as Ally shot a coconut down from a tree, the brown-haired gamer girl did a fist pump as she cocked her gun.

“See, and I can’t believe there are still these loser adults who act like Video Games do nothing for you.” Ally said. “Hand-eye coordination is just a bonus from FPS’s.”

“Heh, and hear I thought I was playing smart by studying Forestcraft, since surely the first challenge would be shelter building…agian.” Benji sighed. “It would've been nice if it was…given I didn’t do much to help my team in that challenge…last season.” 

“Hey, Forestcraft is still a 10/10 choice from me.” Ally chuckled. “It’s a great game…one of my favorites.”

“Yeah…i’d sure hope so…it’s good I can know…one thing…about you.”

Ally raised an eyebrow looking back at him. “Oh? What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“I uh…I play on your server.” Benji rubbed the back of his head uncomfortably. “Tristan and I both…do…actually. I’m…also subbed to you on Twitch.” 

“Wow? Really?!” Ally asked, as her own face turned red. “I…I never thought I’d hear that again…after…Hunter.” 

“Yeah…I…uh…people find it embarrassing when I mention stuff like that.” Benji sighed. 

“Oh please, as if I’d find it embarrassing to meet a fan.” Ally said, “I doubt you’re one of the weird ones that my mods had to deal with?”

“I mean Tristan and I got in trouble for building a giant foot statue over your powertripping mods base.” Benji replied sheepishly, though, much to his surprise, Ally started laughing.

“That was YOU!” Ally laughed. “That was hilarious! The other mods and I loved it!” 

Benji chuckled. “I…I appreciate it.”

Ally smiled

(Ally Confessional)

“Benji is…sweet…” She said, “Funny…he reminds me a bit of Hunter…just…not as athletic.” 

Ally sighed. “I…I’m surprised I’m considered a Fan-Favorite…but…production said I somehow get the most greeting requests out of every girl on the show…so…I appreciate it…I guess. I just hope I can finally deal with all the bullshit I’ve been going through.

The two continued before they heard some laughing, Ally quickly pulled Benji into a bush as Manu and Bruno walked by.

“Manu, you should be quiet.” Bruno said, nervously. “You don’t know where the favorites are. Some of them are quite stealthy, Tom was a spy after all.”

Manu just laughed. “Look at you, short stuff, leading the charge.” He said, giving him a wink

“Hehe, it’s nice that you believe in me.” Bruno said, a bit of frustration in his tone. “But, could you trust me quieter?” 

“Oh yeah, for sure!” Manu said. “Secret Mission Mode, activated-ARGH!” 

The man was barraged by paintballs heavily as he was knocked to the ground.

“Mission…failed…you’ll get ‘em next time.” Benji said, as Ally fist bumped him.

“HA, you’ve fallen right into our trap! BRUNO GET HIM!” 

There was a quiet bit as Ally and Benji looked at each other, rather confused.

“Manu…i’d love to get them, but…you kinda fell on top of me.” Bruno grunted.

“Oh…dammit…my bad kiddo.”

Ally and Benji laughed as they ran off while Manu got up off of him.

(Bruno Confessional)

“How…am I supposed to prove myself and get popular in the fandom, when I get put with idiots like this!” he grunted. “Shooting Ally in the face would’ve earned me MASSIVE points, and instead I get upstaged…by fucking BENJI?!”

Dunia walked through the woods waving her hands around mysteriously.

“Hmm, none of these places look good for my altar of spells…but…we can make do with-” she was cut off as the rustling of the trees above had her look up. 

“Ren? Is that you?” she asked. 

The young man flipped himself upside down “Guilty!” 

Dunia chuckled. “Of all the places the Cheshire Cat would appear.”

“Good thing witches need cats!” Ren smiled, pointing at her.

“I’ve already got 3, and a toad and rabbit…” Dunia giggled.

“Ooh, a charmer, what are their names?”

“Why don’t you ask them yourself, when I turn you into one!” Dunia poked the scrawny adult as he laughed.

“Joy, the three certainties in life, death, taxes, and finding cringeass Disney Adults who continue the ever loading trend of greedy corporations fucking over the little guys.” They both looked over as Nura walked by not paying them any mind.

(Dunia Confessional)

“Mmm…mmm…mmm.” She shook her head in annoyance. “Another frequent user of the Reddit Dommer Hivemind who thinks the world is going to shit. But instead of wallowing in their own self-made misery, they’d rather kill joy for all of us by taking themselves too seriously as the only enlightened educated one.”

She sighed. “A witch can cure a lot of things, but they sure can’t cure that.”

“Psst! Dunia!” She and Ren looked over as Sam approached them. “Do you…AH!” He yelped as his not paying attention face turned to spot Ren mere inches away from him.

“Dammit…why is everything trying to scare me, I used to hike mountains for christ sakes.”

“Technically, I was trying to scare the other team.” Ren said, “You wouldn’t have gotten startled if you hadn’t come back around.” 

Sam sighed. “Touche…looking like you’re doing your job just fine.” he then turned his head to Dunia. “So, do you need an escort? Aubrey kinda ditched me to run off with Oliwia.”

“How could a Lady refuse such an offer!” Dunia giggled as she and Sam began walking off. “Ren, you stay here and give ‘em hell!”

“Aye Aye Witch! I’ll be sure to paint some-AHH!” Ren felt a paintball collide with their backside as they fell off the tree branch they were hanging from. 

“Damn, ya’ll are loud, and that’s coming from me, tee hee.” Natalia giggled as she walked over to Ren, who flipped over.

“OH MY GOD! I GOT BY NATALIA! EEEEEEEE” he squealed. 

Natalia smiled as she looked at Tom, Gabby, Lake, and Aiden sneak by and out of Ren’s sight.

“Might as well savor it honey, if you keep up the simping, you’ll be deader than Isabel’s fans she runs into in the wild.”

“I wouldn't dream of it.” Ren giggled. “I’ll get you next time.” Natalia watched the young man spring up back into the trees and disappear.

(Natalia Confessional)

“That’s right sisters, Natalia Baez is back, and here to win!” She snapped her fingers. “I know many of you were expecting my great Sister Nun Isabel, and…while I can never be her, I hope to show you I can be just as slay as she was!” 

She frowned. “Although, that’s going to be hard with Thomas’ cyan clique, I'll have to make sure I split that up from the shadows first.”

 Finn looked over at Ara as the Korean woman was rubbing her nails together.

“So, I was thinking.” he said, as she looked at him. “The pre-built shelter they give us is probably going to be basic and boring, so, when we win it, we should convince the team to paint it…green.”

“Oh! That sounds lovely!” Ara giggled. “I love green, if you couldn’t tell, she motioned at her skirt.”

“Yeah, Green just brings out such great interior design, my babe and I painted our dorm that-OW!”

Ara flinched as Finn was barraged by paintballs and she turned to see Tom, Gabby, Lake, and Aiden rapidly approaching. 

“Alright everyone get in position,” Tom said as the four skidded to a halt and began forming into some type of weird pose from some tv show.

Ara boredly watched them get in formation, though her eyes mainly trailed to Lake.

“Alright, Gabby, maneuver A1-OW!” Tom was cut off as Ara rapid fire shot him, Gabby, and Aiden, knocking them to the ground.

“Wow…that was easy…” She said, “maybe next time, don’t get in some unnecessary ass position for trailer clip farming. Aura Farming died like…the second it got trendy.”

Tom quickly pushed himself up and ran towards Ara, who immediately froze up as the man jumped over her and dove towards the flag, which he caught as he went flying towards.

“Lake! Take it!” He chucked the flag over to her as the Red-haired girl caught it.

Ara turned her paintball gun to the German girl, but…didn’t fire as she watched the girl run off.

(Ara Confessional)

“I’ll let Lake live, for now.” She said, “Not like anyone was here to call me out on not shooting her when I shot Tom, Gabby, and Aiden…” she snickered. “And if Finn questions me, I’ll just say my gun was jammed or something…though…something tells me he won’t.”

Sam smiled smugly as he and Dunia arrived at the opposite side of camp, where they found the Favorites, or, rather specifically, Anastasia and Rosa, guarding the flag. 

“Okay, Dunia, I’ve got an idea.” Sam said, as he began whispering into her ear.

Across the way, at the chair, Anastasia noted Rosa’s rather uncomfortable look.

“Is everything okay, Rosa?” She asked. 

“I got eliminated because of a challenge like this, last time I played.” Rosa said, sighing.

“No…you got eliminated because someone you considered a close friend exploited your trust and framed you for a crime using your vulnerable history as a struggling mother. She also stole your totem just to add insult to injury.” Anastasia replied. “I won’t allow that to happen again, that’s why I forced Tom to be in charge.”

Rosa smiled sheepishly. “I…appreciate the uh…generous…offer of help Ana…but-OW!”

Anastasia flinched as a yellow paintball splattered against Rosa’s cheek and knocked her off the chair she was sitting on, she quickly turned as Sam ran by and snatched the flag.

“Great shot Dunia!” he called, “Now cover for me while I-OW!”

He collapsed to the ground as a purple paintball collided with his back as Spencer stalked up to him slowly. 

“Thought you could pull a fast one on us, eh.” he said, adjusting his glasses. “Unfortunately for you and Dunia, I saw your planning, and bided my time.” 

Sam sighed as Lake darted past him and Spencer. “Yep…nothing gets past you…”

Spencer smiled as he turned his head away, before Sam shot him the cheek, knocking the British man to the ground as he stood up to keep running. Unfortunately, it was a bit too little too late as Lake skidded to a halt on the mat nearby.

From the speakers, an airhorn began to blast. “And just like that, the Favorites win the first challenge!” Emily’s voice announced.

(Spencer Confessional)

Last time around, my gameplay was…eccentric…and erratic…to put it mildly.” The Young British man said, frowning. “This time, I’ll be taking a smarter and quieter approach to the game, like Jade. Lord knows it's my only option with that Cyan Clique running about.” 

He smiled. “However, there is a glue that holds that clique together, and, once they're gone, well…it’s going to be every man, woman, and if any of the fans happen to be nonbinary, for themselves. Which will allow me to slip away. And it worked well, got that Sam guy quite good. He completely forgot about me!"

He frowned, before rubbing his cheek. "But, I also let my guard down around him, that's unacceptable."

(Rosa Confessional)

“Anastasia’s offer to help was appreciated, and…I must give her due diligence for remembering my failures better than me somehow…” The Latina sighed. “But…I can’t let myself get distracted like I just was. If Lake hadn’t shown up with the flag, and Spencer hadn’t stopped Sam, that could’ve been a one way ticket to the motel from me.”

The 24 arrived back at the beach, where they found Emily and Moon waiting for them. 

“You know, in hindsight, giving the fans the first challenge is something that 4 favorites, one being Fiore, who won this challenge previously, as their first immunity challenge, not the smartest plan.” Moon said, looking at Emily. “Hope that the fans can turn it around quickly, otherwise you’ll have gaslit your audience into watching another returnee only season, and with Tom and Aiden again no less…they’ll just LOVE that.”

Tom and Aiden grunted as Emily shot Moon an annoyed glare.

“Fiore didn’t exactly win us the challenge this time.” Tom grunted.

“And neither did you, Lake did.” Moon laughed. “Anyway, Emily, you can continue.”

“Thanks…” Emily grunted, she took out two maps and tossed them to the fans and favorite teams. “Here are the maps to your camps, the Favorites get the map that leads to the fully built shelter. Fans, your campsite has nothing but the pot and machete, so, have fun building a shelter, it's supposed to rain tonight.”

“Thanks Bruno.” Finn scoffed. “Maybe we should’ve listened to Ernesto instead of you.” 

Bruno chuckled sheepishly as Ernesto crossed his arms.

“Oh, and, because I know it’s on your mind…” Emily said. “There are two immunity totems, one hidden somewhere around each of your campsites.” 

Alec and Fiore smiled at each other while the other favorites kept looking at their map. 

“Oh…but before you go, Moon does have…one more thing to tell you about these totems.” Everyone looked back at Emily and then over at Moon.

Moon chuckled. “This season, we’re gonna be testing some new rules with the totems…to hopefully get the favorites who never gave a shit about strategy, a chance to use their brains.” he looked over at Tom, who shot him a glare. So, we’ve adjusted how the totems will work.”

Spencer frowned. “And…what…are these changes being?” 

“Previously, when you used a totem, that was it.” Moon smiled. “This season…however, when you play an immunity totem, it will be hidden again somewhere around your camps.”

Everyone’s eyes widened in surprise. 

“Wait…” Ally said. “So…hypothetically…”

“You could, in theory, just have invincibility for yourself all the way up to the final 5, where the totems will become invalid, correct.” Emily smiled. “But…we doubt any of you will find the totem every single time, and…besides, if you think you're safe, no reason to waste it and let everyone know it's eligible again.”

(Fiore Confessional)

“Looks like Alec and I just found our ticket out of this clusterfuck of a team.” The child chuckled.

“Oh, one last thing…” Emily said. “Even though the fans lost, we’re gonna throw them a bone. Fans, please choose one person from your team, and one person from the Favorites, to go on a little journey.”

“What kind of Journey?” Bruno asked.

“I wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise.” Emily giggled.

The 12 fans looked between each other uncomfortably.

(Bruno Confessional)

“Great…just GREAT!” The young man snarled. “If I hadn’t just royally FUCKED myself, I could’ve easily volunteered, but, it’s so obvious it’s gonna be like the twist they did last season with Isabel and Jade, so everyone else is gonna be on my ass, it doesn’t matter if I get an advantage or totem, I’d have to waste it immediately…I need someone else to take the fall.”

“Well…if no one else wants too…I volun-” Ernesto started.

“Oh! A journey!” All of them flinched as Evie walked up. “Great, I love a journey!” 

“But…I-”

“Okay…Evie it is…” Emily smiled. “Unless…do any of the fans have an objection.”

Ernesto opened his mouth as Ren gave him a sympathetic look. “I…”

“No objection needed!” Bruno said loudly. As Ernesto glared at him.

“Yeah…if Evie wants to go…I say we let her.” Sam shrugged.

“Excellent…” Moon smiled, “Now…fans…who of these lovely 11 favorites…and Tom…do you want to send?”

The 12 favorites looked as the other 11 huddled up and began murmuring amongst themselves.

All of them looked between each other before they separated and Dunia cleared her throat.

“We’d like to send…Alec.” She said, 

Fiore silently pumped her fist as Alec proudly walked over to Evie, as basically everyone else shot daggers his way.

“Excellent, Fans, when Evie gets back, you’ll have to decide on the first boot.”

Alec slowly walked off the boat as they docked on a small island and, all he could really see was a small shrine and paint bucket. 

He kept moving forward but was cut off as he heard a loud thud and turned to see Evie collapse onto the ground.

“Christ almighty…” he grunted, under his breath. As he looked back at the shrine.

“Too the better liar…goes the spoils…” on top of which, there was a paper scroll.

“Ew…gross. I don’t wanna eat anything that’s spoiled.” Evie shuddered.

“I wouldn’t worry about that, the show would have a heart attack if some wealthy nepo-baby like you was put in position to sue them.” Alec grunted.

“Oh excellent…” Evie smiled. “By the way…hotstuff…I don’t see a wedding ring.”

Alec flinched as he looked at his hand.

(Alec Confessional)

“There is absolutely no way that Evie of all people passed through the casting process.” He grunted. “I swear, this show surprises me how low it could sink. There’s absolutely no way that cohost contest winning edgelord wasn’t seen as a more viable candidate, at least he would’ve been tolerable for shitting on Tom.”

A splatter of Red paint landed on the ground by Alec as he hummed looking up at the tree.

“Evie, how important are those clothes of yours?” Alec asked.

The woman looked almost offended at that. “These are Givenchy.” she said. “I wanted to look my best, just in case. Mama always said you’ll never know when you meet your dream man.” She then winked at Alec.

Alec grimaced but the woman seemed lost in thought.

“Uh…back when she was alive…at least.”

“Right…” Alec frowned. “Well, if you’ll notice, taking the scroll means you’ll have to ruin your outfit.” He said, motioning up at the bucket of red paint.

“God hates Givenchy?!” Evie gasped. “But…that Nun isn’t here! That’s really rude of him to just take that out on me.”

“Oh for fuck’s sak-” Alec paused, before sighing. “The paint, Evie! The Red…paint.”

Evie looked up. “Red paint! I can’t let that get on this outfit, I haven’t found the washing machine yet!”

“So…I can have the scroll?” Alec asked.

“Sure thing hotstuff, just tell me if you find a washing machine.”

Alec felt his eye twitch. “Don’t worry, I’ll get right on it.” 

He walked over to the scroll, and took it, and…almost immediately, the red paint bucket splashed all over him, followed by the metal bucket hitting him square on the head.

“Fucking hell…” he grunted, spitting out some of the paint.

(Alec Confessional)

“A Steal-a-Vote advantage…” he grunted, holding it up to the camera. “It’s no totem clue, but it’ll buy Fiore and I time in this game.” He rolled it up and tucked it into his breastpocket.

“And all it took was putting up with that INSUFFERABLE Nepo-baby.” he grunted. “Connor was at least sound of mine, but her…fucking hell. If I see a SINGLE person shipping me with her, or I get a single greeting request with her in our swimsuits, I’m very well demanding that this show up my paycheck to stay on greeting roles.”

(Favorites Camp)

Tom, Gabby, Aiden, Benji, and Ally were sitting down on rocks as Fiore sat by them. Alec eventually returned, covered in Red paint as he looked visibly annoyed. 

“Yikes, what happened to you.” Aiden chuckled. 

“Did a bear get to you on the way back?” Tom asked. “Should I go fetch medical supplies or do you need to withdraw to protect your ego.”

Alec grunted as Fiore frowned. “No, though the bear would be preferable.” he grunted. “That stupid, conniving, bitch, tricked me into giving up the advantage on that fucking island, and left me like this…and look at my hair.”

Fiore facepalmed. As Aiden, Tom, and Gabby proceeded to laugh. 

“Oh no…the smart and handsome Alec got betrayed and tricked by some old lady.” Aiden sarcastically groaned. “How tragic…”

“Yeah, you might as well quit.” Tom roared. “Your ass is clearly washed to get tricked by someone who fell asleep during the challenge.”

Alec grunted in annoyance as Ally and Benji also started laughing as he stood up, Fiore shaking her head in disappointment, stood up to walk off too.

“Ah…that feels good…it really does.” Tom said, as he laid back on the rock and put his hands behind his head. “Alec’s bruised ego and washed gameplay is hilarious.”

“Yeah…it’ll be even funnier when we actually put our heads together and vote him and Fiore out first.” Gabby smiled. “So much failure and strife, and we’ll have finally proved that we can learn our lesson.” 

“Yeah, as long as someone doesn’t flip,” Aiden said, playfully pushing Ally, “there’s no way anything could go wrong.”

Ally frowned uncomfortably as Benji looked over at him. “Kind of…uncalled for…Alec and Fiore are one thing.”

“Relax, it’s all in good fun.” Aiden said, patting Benji on the back. “Ally and I have had our laughs about the all-stars flip, haven’t we.” 

“Yeah…we…sure have…” Ally said, crossing her arms as Aiden, Tom, and Gabby stood up.

(Ally Confessional)

“Sometimes…I wonder if Aiden truly has to make jokes about my flipping every time we meet,” she said. “He did it on Ashley’s farm, Tom and Jake's wedding, he made a Tik Tok post about it when the episode aired.”

She sighed. “I…I know he’s probably not trying to be mean…but…jokes can hurt if you keep repeating them.”

(Fiore Confessional)

“I can’t believe those idiots bought that.” The child frowned. “Everyone knows Alec’s as bad an actor as Riya...but…then again…I’ll let them dig their grave. I’ll talk with Alec about what that advantage was later, for now, there’s an idol to be found.”

The fans looked back as Evie approached their camp site, Ara quickly pushed Finn out of the way to make room for Evie as the woman sat down next to her.

They all waited eagerly as the woman began poofing her hair and her hand. Silence came after a few seconds, before most of their hopeful looks got dashed.

“So…um…Evie…” Ara asked, slowly. “Are you gonna like…tell us…what happened.”

“Awe man…he wasn’t single…talk about a waste…” Evie said. 

“Alec…is single though…” Bruno said.

“Is he…I didn’t realize his wife and him got divorced.” Sam frowned.

“Not into fandom space, huh Sam?” Bruno asked

“No…not really…I like the show…but..engaging with the fandom…not so much.”

“Hmm…I see…” Evie frowned. “Then…maybe he’s gay…what do you think, Finn?”

The blond-haired man shifted in surprise. “I’ll…check my gay address book,” he said.

“Really?! Awe thanks!” Evie said, hugging him as the Australian Actor hissed in shock.

(Bruno Confessional)

The young man smacked his head in annoyance. “Just remember, you’re doing this to make her an easy first vote. Just say nothing, and you’ll be fine.”

“So, Oliwia.” Aubrey said, dragging the taxidermist behind a bush. “We need to get rid of Sam. He’s a water sign, we can’t trust that!”

“Yeah…they’re just so…fishy…right?” Oliwia asked.

“Yeah, that’s the spirit!” Aubrey said, hugging her. “And they say Gemini and Virgo can’t be friends!” 

“Friends?!” Oliwia asked. 

“Yeah, friends! We just gotta vote off Sam so he doesn’t break off our friendship.”

“Hey girls, what are you talking about?” 

Both of them let out a scream as Ren’s head popped out from the tree they were near. As they continued, he started screaming too.

“Why…are we screaming?!” Ren asked, playfully.

“Ren!” Aubrey snarled. “That’s not Funny.”

“It’s pretty funny, actually.” Ren giggled.

“What were you even doing up there! Eavesdropping?”

“Eavesdropping on two girl besties, a Sagittarius like me? Never!” Ren said, innocently. “I just like…hanging around…technically I was here in the tree before you girls showed up.”

“A likely–” Aubrey started. “Wait…you’re a sadge? That…makes so much sense.”

She chuckled a little but they were cut off by the sound of echoing thunder.

“And that…is the sound of nature!” Ren sighed. “The others found a cave a few yards away, might wanna get in there before the storm.”

Aubrey, Oliwia, and Ren arrived in a nearby cave where they found their other 9 tribemates lounging about. 

Finn and Ara were chatting Before Evie let out a groan.

“Evie…darling…” Finn said. “WILL YOU SHUT. THE FUCK. UP!” 

“I’m sorry…” Evie groaned. “It’s just…this is so hard…and I knew it’d be so hard…but…it’s so hard!” she whined.

“It’s only been like…five hours.” Bruno said.

“Ugh…it feels like an eternity…” Evie whined. “How many more hours is it gonna be.”

“Uh 52 days is about 1,248 hours.” Manu said. “Minus the 5 we’ve been here, and…assuming you wanna win…1,243 hours.”

“Ugh…” Evie groaned.

(Bruno Confessional)

“A super fan like myself, it’s a dream to be out here, and meanwhile, Evie somehow beat out 18 other people like that edgelord who gets to play host…and I’m over here wondering if she signed up for the right show.”

He scoffed. “Whatever, she’ll be the easiest first boot to make up for my lacking start.”

Evie sighed. “I just…I feel like I’m losing my mind! Am I crazy?”

Aubrey knelt down next to her. “Of course not, Evie.” She said, “Your Mars is probably just in Sagittarius.”

“What does that mean?” Evie asked. “Oh?! Are you a witch like her!” 

She pointed over at Dunia who frowned. “Nope….” The woman said, walking away.

“All it means is, obviously, you want to be free, Evie!” Aubrey said.

Finn gave Ara a coo-coo motion as he looked away from Evie and Aubrey, and the Korean girl snickered

“So do it, free yourself girl!”

“You’re right!” Evie said, proudly, smacking Finn upside the head. “I’m gonna be free! I’m gonna…I’m gonna…I’m gonna go run in the rain!”

(Finn Confessional)

“I didn’t think I could hate so many people, so quickly.” The man grunted. “But here I am, on a tribe where the only tolerable person is that Ara girl.”

He sighed. “What I wouldn’t give to vote out like…6 of these losers day 1.”

“Watching this team must feel like watching the most pedestrian car crash in a suburban neighborhood.” Nura groaned. “Completely and utterly BORING. The fandom’s gonna rip us to shreds.” 

“You know, Evie kind of reminds me of my boss.” Bruno said, watching her run around in the rain. “I’m a…personal assistant to an obnoxious socialite…so…I’ve seen this type before.”

“Whoah! Did you say you’re a personal assistant!” Nura asked. “That is SO fascinating, Bruno. Thank you, Truly, for trusting in me to confide such a well-guarded secret.”

“I wish it was a secret, maybe then he’d go five minutes without saying it.” Ara giggled. As Finn started laughing alongside her.

Bruno sighed. “You know…the rain…looks really refreshing…” He began to move before being stopped by Manu.

“Stay here buddy, don’t let ‘em get to you.”

(Manu Confessional)

“Man…Finn and Ara…suck…but…given Bruno kinda flobbed the challenge…it’s hard to say what I can do, I just need him to stick around, maybe someone will say something stupid.”

Manu walked over and gave both young college students a glare as they continued laughing like a bunch of infants.

“Oh my god, you're so mean.” Finn laughed, putting a hand to his head.

“We really are, we should stop laughing…but…” Ara giggled. “God it’s just SO EASY.”

“You could try to be…nicer…” Manu said.

“Oh please.” Finn grunted, pointing at Bruno. “He lost us the fucking challenge, I think we should’ve listened to Ernesto, next time, we will. At least he’ll make an easy first vote.”

Ernesto, off in the corner, didn’t seem too receptive of that, which Ren noted with a frown.

(Bruno Confessional)

The young man entered a praying stance. “God, it's me, Bruno,” he said. “I know we haven’t talked since I asked you to damn your loyal Nun servant Isabel off the island in Carnival of Chaos…but…I'm begging you, give me a chance…make someone say something stupid. I promise, I’ll pay you back.”

“Actually…” Aubrey spoke up as everyone looked at her. “There’s someone the stars dictate we should vote off…and it’s SAM!” She pointed at him.

Sam flinched. “What?! Why me?!” he asked in disbelief. “I didn’t do ANYTHING?!” 

“I echo Sam’s ‘what?’ Aubrey.” Dunia said. “He actually helped us in the challenge, had Spencer not shown up out of nowhere, we might’ve won.”

“Sam is literally a Scropio!” Aubrey said, pointing at him. “They are the WORST people imaginable! They are not helpful, they are controlling, manipulative, and secretive. If we don’t vote him off now, he’ll destroy all of us.”

From off the corner, Ren watched as Ernesto faceplanted. 

“Girl…what are you talking about?!” Sam asked, looking geuninely confused. “You’re the one who left me to go dance with Oliwia in the paintball challenge, and I didn’t see you again?!” 

“Guys, this is our only shot!” Aubrey said, “Get rid of the Scorpio, you’ll all thank me later.”

Everyone looked between each other uncomfortably, except for Bruno, who let out a sigh of relief.

(Bruno Confessional)

“FUCK YEAH! THANK YOU JESUS!” he said, throwing his hands up in celebration. “I live to see another day!”

(Ernesto Confessional)

“I have my work cut out for me, but this team refuses to listen…perhaps my older coworkers had a point when they said this was the worst way to impart my expertise onto the youth.”

As the team began walking to the elimination Ceremony, Ren swung back, noting Ernesto skulking behind the rest of them.

“So uh…who are ya voting for tonight?” he asked.

Ernesto raised an eyebrow. “Why…why do you ask?” 

“Well…” Ren said. “I just…I noticed you seemed like you wanted to give input, but…the team kept shooting you down. And…given the state of shock, it seems like there’s quite a few targets people have.”

Ernesto frowned. “I’m casting my vote based on judgement for the better of the team, I doubt that the rest of the team will follow suit, but, I intend to make the message clear.”

“Wasting your vote eh?” 

“I feel confident that they won’t vote for me, so, if you wish to show you’re serious about my input, would you follow suit?” Ernesto grunted.

“Sure thing Santa.” Ren smiled. “Who’s it gonna be?”

Ren noted the old man seemed taken aback at that comment, but didn't look annoyed.

(Elimination Ceremony)

The twelve fans sat down in the elimination area late at night, as Emily and Moon were waiting for them with smug smiles

“So, fans…” Emily said. “Who’s ready to participate in their favorite show’s most honored pastime!”

“I practiced my handwriting for this! It’s so exciting!” Bruno said. As everyone looked at him weirdly. 

“God…I’ve never seen someone so excited to potentially get voted out first.” Moon grunted. 

Bruno buried his face in his hands. “Why did I…say that…”

“Anyway…” Emily said. “One by one, make your way to the voting booth, and write the name of the person you want to eliminate.”

Ara smiled smugly as she wrote down her person of choice.

Finn frowned boredly as he placed his vote in the urn.

Bruno nervously put his vote in the urn before sighing.

Dunia blessed her hands together before depositing her vote.

Nura rolled her eyes as she placed her vote in the urn.

Aubrey smiled as she held up a vote with Sam’s name. “This Scropio’s bout to get put down.”

Oliwia nervously wrote her choice down.

Ren looked back at the elimination ceremony, before placing his vote in the urn.

Manu crossed his fingers as he placed his vote in the urn.

Ernesto held up his vote. “I swear, this entire team needs judgement day.”

Evie put a shade of lipstick on before kissing her vote as she tucked it in the urn.

Sam nervously placed his vote in the urn, looking rather upset.

Moon brought the urn back and handed it to Emily, who smiled smugly at the 12.

“Once the votes are read, the decision is final, the person with the most votes must leave the island immediately.”

“If anyone has a totem, though, that they’d like to use, now is the time.” Moon said. “And remember, you can use it now if you’re paranoid, it’ll just go back into hiding for you to find all over again.”

All 12 looked between each other.

“Alright, let’s party.” Emily smiled, opening the urn, and taking out the first slip of paper.

“First vote…Sam!” 

Sam bit down on his lip nervously as Aubrey shot him a smug smile.

“Next vote…Bruno!” 

“Oh shit…oh fuck…” The young fan clutched his head nervously. 

“Evie!” Emily said, flipping around a vote with some lipstick on it.

“Yes! I got a vote!” Evie cheered as everyone looked at her. 

“We’re tied, one vote Bruno, one vote Sam, one vote Evie.” Emily smiled. “Next vote…Sam!” 

“You’ve gotta be kidding.” Sam grunted. 

“Bruno!” 

Bruno crossed his fingers nervously out of the sight of others. 

“That’s two votes Sam, two votes Bruno, one vote Evie!” Emily chuckled. “Next vote…Aubrey!”

Aubrey’s eyes widened in shock as she looked back at Sam, who gave her a nervous look.

“Aubrey!” Emily flipped the next vote around. “That’s two votes for Sam, two votes for Aubrey, Two votes for Bruno, one vote for Evie!” 

“Next vote…Bruno!” 

Bruno sighed as Manu patted him on the shoulder. 

“Aubrey!” Emily flipped the next vote around. 

Aubrey now looked nervous as Bruno also clutched his hands together.

“That’s 3 votes Aubrey, 3 votes Bruno, 2 votes Sam, 1 vote Evie. 3 votes left” Emily chuckled.

“Evie!” She flipped the 10th vote around. 

“Awe! Another vote! Guys you shouldn’t have!” Evie smiled. 

Ernesto grunted as Ren patted him on the shoulder.

“Evie!” Emily flipped the 11th vote around. “We’re tied, 3 votes Aubrey, 3 votes Bruno, 3 Votes Evie. 2 Votes Sam…only one vote is left.” 

Emily took out the twelfth sheet of paper. “The first person eliminated from this season of Disventure Camp is…” 

Evie eagerly clutched her handbag, while Aubrey and Bruno held their breath in anticipation, while Sam gave Aubrey a side eyed stare that she was too nervous to reciprocate.

“Aubrey!” Emily flipped the last vote around. “That’s 4 votes. It’s time for you to go.”

Sam and Bruno both breathed sighs of relief as Ernesto, Finn, Ara, and Nura all facepalmed.

“Are you SERIOUS?!” Aubrey snarled, standing up. “You voted for me OVER A FUCKING SCORPIO?!”

“Uh…I’m also a virgo rising…if that helps…” Sam said, chuckling nervously.

Aubrey snarled at them. “Well, don’t come crying to me when I say I told you so.” she snarled, storming out of the campsite as Oliwia sighed in disappointment.

“Hey, look on the brightside.” Aubrey looked over at Moon and Emily as she approached the exit. “At least the incels losers who watch this show while caring about gender balance will be happy a man didn’t get voted out first.”

Aubrey flipped him off as she turned back to the exit dock.

“Well, fans…your first vote proved that you look…mighty disfunctional.” Emily said. “But, hopefully that bad luck streak won’t continue.”

(Oliwia Confessional)

“My first friend…gone…with the snap of fingers in a non majority vote.” Oliwia sighed. “I hope I can make more…hehe.”

(Ernesto Confessional)

“I’d hoped that people were smarter to see that Evie would screw us in the long run, but clearly these youngins think with their emotions.” the man smacked his head. “But, then Ren kid did surprise me, even though he had no reason to, he still voted with me.”

(Ara Confessional)

“Personally, I wish we had shipped off that snot-nosed whiny brat, and Finn and Nura seemed to be in agreement. I swear, he’s the worst one of everyone here.” she said. “But alas, I guess nice guy himbo buff king Sam is here to ruin it.” She made a barfing motion and pointed at her mouth.

(Sam Confessional)

“I uh…I don’t know what I did to make you hate me, Aubrey…other than…be born wrong…” The man said, nervously

“But if it’s any consolation prize…well…you weren’t all wrong in that statement. Don’t know how long I’ll last, but if it’s long enough, well” He rubbed his fingers together. “Let’s just say, the others will wish they believed you.”

Aubrey nervously walked down the beat trail sign as the boat dropped her off; it was illuminated by tiki torches down a small dirt path

“Stupid fucking team…voting me out over a goddamn Scorpio.” She hissed. “If I could just lay my fingers on them.”

She arrived at a spit end trail with a sign.

“One final choice,” she read. “If you’ve given up any chance of winning, take the left path to the motel. But if you want to fight for a chance to return, take the torch and follow the right path to Rescue Island.”

Aubrey laughed. “Give up? Please. I'm a Taurus Moon, bitch.” she smacked the sign and grabbed the torch, before walking down the right path.\