"Last time on Total Drama Island..." Chris began the recap while holding an umbrella as rain fell onto the island. "In a special episode, we visited the kicked off campers at the Resort of Rejects. Playa Des Losers! We learned that Bridgette and Geoff are still going strong, Katie and Sadie still share a brain, and Dawn and Edward aren't doing so well without their precious little snowball. They gave their two sense on the remaining campers and who they're rooting for to win. We remembered some past friendships, looked back at some old moments, and everyone unanimously agreed that Heather is a total female dog. With a current population of 19, that number will soon turn to 20 tonight. Who will be voted off this week in the most dramatic campfire ceremony yet? Find out tonight on Total. Drama. Island!"
"Welcome back to Total Drama Island!" Chris greeted the viewers, still standing on the dock with his umbrella. Incredibly heavy rain continuing to pour down on the island like its never done so before. "This week, we've prepared a bizarre episode full of surprises. For instance, take this weather. Rain is not an easy thing to control, let me tell you. But we figured the four remaining campers were getting off way too easy. So, we pulled some strings, and voila!" But once Chris finished talking a bolt of lightning struck down right at his umbrella, shocking him. "DAH!"
Cutting over to the cabins, we see Duncan sitting on the steps of the guys' cabin and Heather and Gwen sitting at the girls' cabins, all three of them staying dry thanks to the roof. Duncan was currently using his knife to turn a pole into a spear and Heather was doing her toe nails. "Listen up, campers!" Chris' voice boomed through the loud speakers, getting the campers' attention. "One of the most grueling challenges of any summer camp experience is the dreaded rain day! Where all activities with a remote possibility of fun are cancelled in favor of the Craft Tent. The forecast for tomorrow: rain, rain, and more rain, followed by rain! See you all in the Craft Tent tomorrow at 0700 hours."
"So Duncan," Gwen spoke up first once Chris stopped talking and looked to the delinquent who continued to whittle at his self-made spear. "How's Lincoln been doing?"
"Eh you know," Duncan shrugged as he glanced to the window of the guys' cabin. Currently only Lincoln was inside with Owen being…somewhere around camp. Duncan didn't really know where Owen headed off to now that he thought about it. "Been the same ray of sunshine he's been for the last three days."
Gwen sighed, completely expecting that answer but still being a bit bummed out about it. Ever since Dawn was somehow eliminated after the last challenge, Lincoln just hasn't been himself. He hasn't really talked to anyone, he's been eating his meals by himself, and he just keeps his distance and stays alone. If there was any bright side, he's still been healthy and such and not just some sad sack of meat. But still Gwen felt really bad for Lincoln and fully understood what he was going through as she felt quite similar when Trent was voted off.
"Oh he needs to get over it." Others however weren't so understanding of Lincoln's feeling as Gwen angrily turned to and glared at Heather as the queen bee continued to paint her toe nails. Being…Heather, she gave her two sense on how Lincoln's been acting lately. "His little hippie girlfriend is gone, he just needs to deal with it." If Heather saw Gwen and even Duncan glaring at her, she just didn't care. "This is still a competition, and if he keeps acting like a total sad sack he's gonna get eliminated. But then again, that would be good for me so-" At this Gwen straight up kicked away Heather's bottle of nail polish leading it to fall on the ground and spill all over the dirt. "HEY!"
"Oh shove it Heather." Gwen told the queen bee, her voice filled with venom. "I don't know what you did, but I know you had something to do with Dawn getting kicked off."
"Yeah I agree." Duncan added in as he put down his knife and spear and pointed right at Heather. "Take it from someone who's rigged and cheated plenty of stuff before, I know when something's up."
"Oh get bent both of you." Heather scoffed as she got up and headed towards the door to her cabin. "She's gone now, point fingers all you want but you can't change the past."
Duncan and Gwen narrowed their eyes at the queen bee as she went into the cabin, both being glad she's out of their hair for now. "Wonder if it's Heather Season yet?" Duncan asked as he picked up his spear again before smiling and looking at the sky, seeing nothing but rain for miles. "Man, this sucks! Even Owen couldn't put a shiny happy spin on this weather."
"Speaking of Owen…" Gwen suddenly realized the lack of a giant bag of joy around. "Where is he? I haven't seen him all day."
CONFESSIONAL – OWEN
"Woohoo! Final five, baby! Yeah! Haha!" Owen loudly cheered with a giant smile on his face. He could hardly believe it, he was one of the last five contestants standing in the competition. He never believed he would make it this far. "You know, I really like the other four. They're solid competitors. We all have a real trust thing going, which is why it's a good thing no one knows about the junk food I'm stashing." Owen chuckled a bit at the thought of all that junk food he has stashed in his mattress…before realizing he said it out loud. "Okay, they'll probably be mad. But not as steamed as Chef when he finds out I was raiding his pantry." Owen chuckled again before quickly covering his mouth over realizing he just said that out loud as well. "Oh! Darn it! There's something about this confessional that just makes me wanna confess stuff!"
And so the day went on at Camp Wawanakwa.
And as the day went on, so did the rain.
It just kept raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and it rained some more to an almost unnatural degree to the point where the water level rose so high…the water ended up dragging some things with it.
Now in the morning of the next day, Chris could be seen walking up to Chef, who was carrying around a pot with what looked like rotten potatoes, with a confused look on his face. "Hey, Chef, you seen the campers?" The host asked as he scratched his head a bit as he looked around for any signs of the remaining five competitors.
"No, and I peeled a whole bag of rotten spuds." Chef was just as unaware of the location of the campers as Chris, add in all of his hard work going to waste.
"Hmm. I can't find them either. Come to think of it, I can't even find their cabins." Sure enough, just as Chris said, both the boys and girls' cabins were completely gone…washed away with the mass amount of water that fell from the sky.
Now what happened to the campers and their cabins you may ask? Weeeeeeell…
Out somewhere on the lake that the island was located at, we see both of the cabins floating around in the water. Floating not too far from the cabins…were a pair of bunk beds with one set having Lincoln and Duncan sleeping on each bunk, and the other having Gwen and Heather sleeping on them. The teenagers were sound asleep and completely unaware of their current situation…at least until they all suddenly rolled over in their sleep and went right into the lake.
Needless to say, they all woke up rather fast. "AH! AH! WHAT THE (BLEEP!)" Lincoln ended up swearing in shock over the whole situation as he looked around while trying his best to stay afloat. First Dawn somehow gets kicked out and now this suddenly happens? This was just not his week. "WHAT'S GOING ON?"
"I don't know!" Gwen yelled back as she looked around as well. "Where'd all this water come from?"
"How should I know? Why don't you ask the leeches?" Heather yelled as she lifted her arm out of the water to reveal that a bunch of leeches had somehow already attached themselves to the queen bee so they could drain her blood. Naturally Heather was quick to shake them off. "Ah! Get off me you little parasites!"
Meanwhile Duncan just watched and laughed as he shook his head. "You know, this is so ridiculous, it's almost funny." However, Duncan's fun came to an abrupt end as everyone saw a fin raise up from the water…and it definitely wasn't a dolphin fin.
"RUN!" Everyone yelled in unison as they all swam away from the incoming shark as fast as they could.
Thankfully they were able to climb up onto the roof of one of the cabins to escape the shark. "Great! This is just freaking great!" Lincoln yelled out in frustration as he punched down on the roof of the cabin, the shark going to work and tearing about everything else floating in the water. "Anything else gonna go wrong this week?!"
"Let's worry about that later Lincoln!" Gwen told the Loud boy to try and calm him down. Something told the goth girl this was gonna be a long day for them, especially for Lincoln. "Let's just focus on what's in front of us! Quick! We need something big and chewy to shove in its mouth!"
"Owen!" Heather called out to the biggest object she knew.
CONFESSIONAL – OWEN
"So I snuck in and ate the entire soccer team's bake sale. I mean, the whole sale." Currently Owen was in the middle of a story where he ransacked a bake sale during his child hood. The big guy has been in the confessional pretty much all day as his confessions yesterday led him to confessing more stuff, and thus heading to the outhouse before the cabins got swept away by the rain water. "But I got caught on account of the icing in my hair. My mom made me pay for it out of my allowance, but mmm, those soccer moms make a mean brownie. Hahaha. I'm hungry."
Owen then opened the door to the outhouse…and saw that he was floating around in the middle of nowhere. "Ahh! I'm all alone!" Owen yelled as he quickly ducked back into the confessional. "Adrift at sea! Ahh! Without breakfast."
Back with the other four remaining contestants, their cabin had ended up washing up on what appeared to be a deserted island. Looking around, they were able to determine they weren't on Boney Island due to the lack of fog that usually surrounded that cursed island, and it certainly wasn't like any part of Wawanakwa they've seen. "Okay. Is anyone else a little creeped out by this deserted island?" Gwen asked as she cautiously looked around. They didn't know anything about where they were, anything could end up popping up and try to hunt them down.
"Yeah, something seems off." Lincoln commented as he circled around the area they were at, looking at all the different plants that didn't grow near the campgrounds. It was like a tropical island…despite the fact that they were in Muskoka. "I don't think those are supposed to grow here…"
"Puh-lease." Heather rolled her eyes over how stupid Gwen and Lincoln were being. Have they learned nothing from being on this show? It was pretty obvious who was behind this whole thing. "Any moron could see that this is one of Chris' cheesy production sets with fake props." Heather then kicked a nearby rock expecting it to be fake…only to be instantly proved wrong. "Urgh, oh!"
Duncan was perfectly relax as he picked up his backpack he managed to save, the pack having a homemade bow attached to it. "Hah, yo drama queens? We've obviously just drifted downstream." Duncan pointed out as he gestured to the water. Based on how they drifted when they got here, it was obvious to him that the current was pretty much a straight path and if they went in the opposite direction, they would be able to make it back to camp. "The producers will send a search party."
CONFESSIONAL – CHRIS
"Just to set the record straight, my sets are not cheesy!" Chris pointed out as he crossed his arms, getting a bit defensive over Heather's comments. He puts a lot of hard work into planning out the sets of the show. "I lost three interns moving those rocks into place. And about that search party, nuh-uh. Those campers are on their own."
CONFFESIONAL – DUNCAN
"Well, well, well. Stuck on an island with two hot girls." Duncan chuckled a bit before frowning. "Too bad they're both completely annoying. Not to mention Sir Mopey. Though at the very least with Owen missing breathing should be a lot easier."
CONFFESIONAL – GWEN
"So I thought to myself, 'They left me here to die." Gwen couldn't believe the fact that the producers would probably just leave them there without even looking.
CONFESSIONAL – HEATHER
"Mental note. Never sign up for a reality show ever again." Heather told herself as she never wanted to go through something like this again.
CONFESSIONAL – LINCOLN
Lincoln let out a long sigh as he slumped down. "Dawn…I could really use you right now…" The Loud boy muttered quietly.
Duncan simply decided to wait this whole thing out as he went over to a large rock and sat down and leaned his back against the large stone, getting comfortable. "Let's just chill until the rescue team arrives." Duncan told them as Gwen looked down at him.
"What if there isn't a rescue team?" Gwen proposed a very likely case over why they should take action during this. "What if the producers think we're dead? I say we build a raft and try to sail back to camp."
"Good call. Let's get more lost." Duncan rolled his eyes, thinking the goth girl was both overreacting and annoying.
"We need to build a raft!"
"We need to stay put!"
"Built a raft!"
"Stay put!"
"Duh, we're not lost!" Heather spoke up, getting everyone's attention. All except Lincoln who seemed to be collecting the fallen leaves of palm trees off the beach. "This is just Chris' lame attempt at challenging our shipwrecked survival skills. I'm onto you, Chris!"
CONFESSIONAL – CHRIS
"Ooh! I'm so scared!" Chris laughed out, completely unintimidated.
Gwen narrowed her eyes at both Duncan and Heather, before noticing what Lincoln was doing. The Loud boy was continuing to gather up materials. "Hey Lincoln!" Gwen called out to the white head while running up to him. "What're you doing?"
Lincoln let out a heavy sigh as he continued to pick up stuff, not even glancing at the goth behind him. "Look, I just lost my girlfriend and now I'm stuck on some deserted island while Chris is probably getting his (BLEEP) and giggles off back at camp." Lincoln explained to Gwen simply with his eyes narrowed at the ground, gripping a piece of drift wood tightly. "Honestly, I'm just…done with everything right now! Whether we're stranded, drifted, or just being messed with, I just wanna get it over with. So I'm gonna build a raft, head back to camp, and get the rest of this day over with."
Gwen winced a bit, she can't recall hearing this tone from Lincoln before. Not even when Heather was involved. Dawn not being around was seriously having an effect on him, more so than what Gwen originally thought. Still though, if he could get them off this island then Gwen was going to take that chance. Maybe her being around Lincoln will actually improve his mood as well. "Well, mind if I help?" Gwen offered her services to Lincoln. "I'm no wilderness survival expert like you, but I think I can handle building a raft."
"…Fine." Lincoln nodded as he handed some of the stuff he collected with Gwen. With her help things should hopefully go by faster at least. And other than Owen Gwen was the most tolerable person currently still in the competition and since the big guy couldn't be found, Gwen it was. "Look for wood and vines and maybe stuff that can be used to make a sail just in case we get some wind to catch."
"Aye, aye, captain." Gwen nodded as they both went off.
"Pfft, whatever you two. Enjoy wasting your time." Heather mocked the two but they didn't respond to her words in any way. Rolling her eyes, Heather went off as well. "I'm going for a walk."
CONFESSIONAL – HEATHER
"Things were getting really tense." Heather gave her take on the whole lost and stranded situation. "You have to remember that we were soaked, covered in bug bites, and starving. But I kept my wits about me, as always. It's a good thing at least one of us can remain calm and collected in the face of adversity."
After walking around for a bit, Heather looked up and ended up finding a pretty large tree house. One that looked about as big as the cabins! "Not bad. Beats sleeping on the beach." Heather grinned as she looked up at the convenient shelter.
CONFESSIONAL – OWEN
"Okay. Going to my happy place." Owen tried to comfort and calm himself down as he rocked back in forth in fetal position while shutting his eyes. "I'm in the doughnut shop. There's an all-you-can-eat-for-a-dollar sale on. Unlimited chocolate milk. D'ah go away!" Owen then started to slap himself, something apparently going wrong in his fantasy. But he was cut off from whatever was going on in his head by a thumbing noise and feeling of the outhouse no longer floating around aimlessly. "Is that…"
Opening the door to the outhouse, Owen smiled as he saw he was beached somewhere. He didn't bother to look around and see where exactly he was, he was just happy to be on dry land again! "Sand! Sweet mama in a sidecar going ninety!" Owen cheered as he ran out of the outhouse. But as he ran past some bushes…he ended up seeing a giant T-Rex skull and proceeded to scare the daylight out of Owen leaving the big guy to run back into the outhouse screaming. "This day is really sucking…"
"Nice view." Heather commented from the treehouse after having climbed up the ladder to get up there. So far everything about the treehouse seems to be in good condition. She hasn't been inside yet but so far no wood is old and decaying and the foundation was stable. "Hey, if you three are done wasting time I found us a place to rest!" Heather was then about to go inside, but as she approached the door inside a skeleton with a tribal hat suddenly appeared leading to Heather screaming and falling off the tree house.
After falling down, Heather looked up at the treehouse with a horrified expression and started backing away as fast as she could. She just saw someone's skeleton, someone died in that treehouse! Who knows, maybe whatever took his or her life still lived nearby. But that wasn't the end of Heather's troubles as the queen bee ended up bumping into something. Looking back, Heather's terror only grew when she saw that she ended up bumping into a giant T-Rex skull. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!" Heather screamed as loud as she could as she quickly stood up and ran away.
Shortly after she screamed, Duncan, Gwen, and Lincoln arrived at the scene and saw the skull for themselves and soon grew scared themselves. "So, still think we're downstream from camp?" Heather asked the delinquent while glaring at him.
"Okay, I've been wrong before…" Duncan admitted with widened eyes.
OWEN
"Help! I'm all alone! I'm gonna die!" Owen cried out as he opened the door to the outhouse, pleading anyone would be there to answer his call and help the poor guy out. But just then Owen spotted something not too far away that made him smile. "Hey, are those coconuts?"
CONFESSIONAL – CHRIS AND CHEF
"Will someone please explain to me why there are palm trees and coconuts up here?" Chef asked the million-dollar question of those tropical fruits being in a completely untropical place. "We're in northern Ontario!"
"They were leftover props from the Bigassic Park movie shoot." Chris explained leading to Chef raising a brow at the host. "What? We're on a budget!"
Owen let out a burp after he got his fill of the coconuts and even some bananas he managed to find, only one coconut remaining on his lap. "It's been a grueling nine minutes of isolation, where a human mind is ripe for cracking!" Owen narrated his journey of survival before taking the remaining coconut and looking at it with a rather crazed look. "You know what I'm talking about, right, Mr. Coconut?" Owen then raised Mr. Coconut up and down to make it seem like the fruit was nodding. "Ah! You do! It's just you and me, buddy! We'll hunt, forage, and survive together! But first, I need to pee." Owen then brought himself and Mr. Coconut back to their survival base that was the outhouse. "Can you look the other way, please?"
Back with the others, Heather, in spite of herself, went back up to the treehouse and inspected the skeleton that spooked her. But when she got a closer look at it, she saw it wasn't a real skeleton at all! It was a plastic one with strings attached to it! "Wait a sec. This is just like when they sent us to Boney Island." Heather deduced that this was simply another challenge. Like with the horror movie challenge, Chris was just trying to freak them out and get them off guard. "Don't you see, it's so obviously another survival challenge! You can't scare me, Chris!"
"We get it Heather! Alright!" Lincoln yelled as he went back to collecting materials for the raft, him and Gwen were making a pile of the stuff they found on the beach. "It's a challenge, big freaking surprise could you just be quiet already!"
Heather glared at Lincoln and was about to yell at the white head but was cut off quickly by Gwen. "Regardless of if this is a challenge or not, we're still stranded on a deserted island and we'll die unless we build a raft!"
"If we're stranded, then the producers will obviously rescue us!" Duncan pointed out in an obvious tone as he got to work on making an arrow to go along with his bow.
"What if the producers don't know where to look?" Gwen pointed out as she started dragging over a log to the pile of materials. "They're not exactly the sharpest tools in the shed, in case you haven't noticed."
"Ain't that the truth." Lincoln fully agreed with Gwen.
CONFESSIONAL – CHRIS AND CHEF
Chef had an amused grin on his face while Chris wasn't to please with Gwen or Lincoln's words. "I'm gonna let that little comment pass." Chris then narrowed his eyes at Chef leading to the buff cook to stop grinning and nod at the camera with a frown.
CONFESSIONAL – HEATHER
"I was so better off without those lunatics holding me back." Heather stated with a confident smirk. "Good luck lost in the wild without shelter."
CONFESSIONAL – DUNCAN
"Okay, so maybe splitting up was a bad idea." Duncan had to admit, he didn't exactly think of the best plan during the moment. "I know I should make more of an effort to have an alliance with someone at this point in the game, but two of them are insane, another can easily be won over with chocolate, and the other doesn't trust anyone anymore. I mean, which one would you trust?"
"Fine. Then let's make a new rule." Duncan crossed his arms and glared at the other three contestants. "Every camper for themselves."
"Fine!" Lincoln, Gwen, and Heather said in unison as they all went their separate ways, Lincoln and Gwen still sticking together.
OWEN AND MR. COCONUT
Back with the now iconic duo of Owen and Mr. Coconut, the big guy was starting to look like a true wilderness survivor. The sleeves on his shirt were ripped and he had a giant beard and mustache combo on his face with the beard reaching to the maple leaf on his shirt. He also used a thing of lipstick he had for…some reason to paint a smile onto Mr. Coconut and used some grass as hair for the fruit. He also used the make up to mark on the door of the outhouse how long they've been there. "Eleven minutes of isolation and Mr. Coconut and I have decided to live in the outhouse. Where it's safe." Owen narrated his survivor story while finishing up the touches on Mr. Coconut's face. But right as he finished an arrow suddenly came out of nowhere and pierced through Mr. Coconut's sides. "AH! HEAD HUNTERS!"
Owen then removed the arrow from his new best friend and closed the door of the outhouse. What Owen failed to find out however was that the shooter of the arrow was none other than Duncan, who fired it after hearing something hoping it was potentially an animal he could cook up. "Oh man. I don't have a clue where that thing went." Duncan sighed at the loss of his arrow as he put his now useless bow inside his back pack. "Note to self: Next time make more than one arrow."
However, all was not lost for the delinquent as he soon heard some rustling not too far away from him. Grinning, Duncan looked behind him and saw a shaking bush. Acting quick, he took out his knife and lunged at the bush. "Ooh, yeah! Die, die! Die, haha!" Duncan then began stabbing whatever was in his grasp, but when he looked he saw that while he didn't get some small animal, he still got food as he ended up finding a large pile of oranges, banana's, and coconuts. "One fruit salad coming up." Duncan licked his lips and rubbed his hands before looking around and spotting something else worth eating, a giant egg resting inside a giant nest. "And an uber omelet on the side. Yeah, rockin'!"
GWEN AND LINCOLN
"Alright so I tie this here right?" Gwen asked as she and Lincoln got to work on building a raft after collecting enough materials for one. Thankfully Lincoln did have experience building rafts like that other time he got stuck on an island with the rest of his family when he was 11, and Gwen was a decent enough builder so they were making quick progress. But Gwen couldn't help but feel this was a bit awkward as Lincoln has made little to no conversation with her and when she did speak up Lincoln always seemed to get agitated.
Such as right now as, when Gwen asked her question, Lincoln frown and sighed as he kept his eye on the part of the raft he was working on. "Yes Gwen." He told her without even checking to see what she was doing.
This caused Gwen in turn to frown herself and give Lincoln a bit of an irritated look. "You're not even looking…" Gwen told the Loud boy with an annoyed tone, Lincoln putting on an even more annoyed look himself. "Could you at least see if I'm doing it right?"
"Gwen could you please just-"
"Could you please just stop acting like this?!" Gwen finally snapped and yelled at Lincoln, making the Loud boy flinch and back up a bit. Gwen did feel bad for Lincoln and got why he was acting like this, but it had to stop. She could tell he was really torn up inside and didn't want it to risk his performance in the game or just his attitude as a person. "Look! I get it, you're taking Dawn's loss hard and I'm really sorry about it, but this has to stop Lincoln! For the past three days you've been acting like either a complete sad sack, or someone who just wants the world to leave them alone and while I totally relate to that second one, it doesn't fit you. I mean come on, I love Trent, Duncan lost Courtney but we're still giving it our all. Why can't you?"
"…" Lincoln was completely and utterly silent at first as Gwen unleashed all that on him. He…really couldn't deny any of this. Ever since Dawn left he just hasn't been himself at all. While yes he's certainly had some low points in his life, but he'd usually bounced back fast. But with Dawn it was…different. Sighing, Lincoln curled up into a ball as Gwen raised a brow, feeling that Lincoln was about to talk. "Do you…know what it's like to grow up in a family of ten sisters?"
"Um…" Gwen scratched her head awkwardly at this question. It was still hard to believe he was one of eleven children and with him being the only boy. "A constant fight for survival?"
"…Ok yeah that." Calling that statement true doesn't even begin to describe it. While he loved his sisters, he couldn't even begin to count the number of brawls, bruises, sisternado's, tug-a-war, races, and much more he's been through throughout his 16 years of life. "But it's just…every single one of my sisters is known for being super amazing at something. For Lola it's beauty pageants, for Lana it's mechanics, Luna music, all of them have that one talent that they are always praised and known for. Me? I'm known as…the boy in a family of girls."
Gwen's eyes widened before wincing a bit at this. She could easily see where this is going, having 10 uber talented sisters and only to have that be the thing you're typically known for? Now she understood why Lincoln wasn't the most confident guy at the start of camp. "That…must be hard." Gwen softly said with Lincoln sighing and nodding. "But wait, I thought you were known as the…man with the plan or something like that?"
"Pretty much only my friends call me that, and sometimes my sisters." Lincoln explained as the whole 'man with the plan' thing wasn't exactly something a lot of people know him for, especially in comparison to what his sisters do and are known for. "It's just…all my sisters have these accomplishments and I feel like I have…nothing. They used to have a shared trophy case but they all got so much they each had to get their own personal one. Meanwhile I only got a small handful of trophies, some of which are shared between my friends and aren't completely mine. Sometimes I feel like I'm not good at anything…"
"…But…what about your drawing skills?" Gwen brought up something Lincoln was exceedingly great at. She was an artist herself and she found Lincoln's paintings and drawings to be real master pieces. He didn't even go to some form of art school, he's self-taught. "You're REALLY good at that Lincoln. You've gotta have some trophies or awards for that right?"
"…Well, one time me and my friend Clyde won a contest involving our favorite comic book." Lincoln muttered as he remembered the time he and Clyde made their own comic with characters based on his sisters and old principle. "But still, who was it that ended up pushing me to reveal my art talent to you and the rest of the island?"
"…Dawn." Gwen's eyes widened as she realized, the only reason she and everyone else learned about Lincoln's capabilities was Dawn. Lincoln's shell was tough and Dawn seemed to be the only one to be able to break it and show it off to everyone. Something told the goth that if Dawn wasn't around they wouldn't know nearly as much about Lincoln as they do now. "She…really meant that much to you huh?"
"She made me feel like I was actually something." Lincoln looked down with a depressed look on his face. "I don't know but Dawn just…she always knew what to say and made me feel that I was special, that I was really…someone. Now that she's gone it's like…all of those old thoughts came crashing back to me, like she was the only one keeping them away. And yeah, she meant so much to me and actually made me feel loved, and not the kinda love my family gives me this one is different and…special."
"Wow, you didn't even feel that from your ex-girlfriend huh?" Gwen asked, instantly seeing Lincoln's face sour. Gwen knew the story behind Lincoln's ex-girlfriend Ronnie Anne from Bridgette.
"Me and Ronnie Anne…I don't know." Lincoln sighed out as he ran a hand over his face. "We were good friends but…I think that's all we were. Even when we were dating it just…didn't feel like what I thought boyfriends and girlfriends were supposed to be like. Really I just kinda stayed with her because…I don't know. My oldest sister and her older brother are married and my sister always wanted us to get together to bring our families even closer together. But then…this whole show happened…"
"Yeah, Bridgette told me how you guys broke up." Gwen told him, leading Lincoln to sigh and for Gwen to move herself next to him and pat him on the back. "Look, Lincoln, that girl was just a jerk. Plain and simple. And Dawn may not be here anymore, but I know she's still watching and rooting for you. And how do you think she's gonna feel seeing you like this?"
"…Not great." Lincoln muttered.
"Lincoln, I'm sure I speak for a lot of people when I say you really are awesome." Gwen smiled a little as she spoke to Lincoln. "You've made a ton of friends here, including me, and I get that it can be hard sometimes. Trust me if I had a nickel for every time I wished to just leave this show, I would have way more money than the grand prize." Lincoln couldn't help but chuckle a bit at Gwen's joke. "What I'm trying to say is, you're tough. Both dealing with this show and you're family and you can't let something like this get you down. You made it to the final five of a tough as nails reality show I doubt your sisters can say they did that."
"Well that's true." Lincoln smiled a little at Gwen's words. While he was still upset…Gwen was right in that Dawn was watching and cheering for him and he couldn't just let her worry about him all the time by looking like this. Plus, he was the only one of his family to make it to a reality show. He's actually been on TV three times before including this show. "Thanks Gwen, you really are a good friend."
"Happy to help." The goth smiled at him before standing up. "Now come help me with the raft."
"Hehe, yes ma'am." Lincoln nodded as he went to go help Gwen.
Back with Duncan, the delinquent had just finished munching down on plenty of fruit and was now preparing to cook up his giant egg. He then reached the area with the tree house and saw Gwen and Lincoln on the beach with a completed raft and Heather in the tree house with a chocolate bar in her hands of all things. "Hey!" Duncan called out to the queen bee with narrowed eyes. "Where did you get that chocolate?"
"Oh nowhere." Heather smirked as she waved the bar around a bit to taunt him. "Just Owen's secret stash of junk food."
"That genius! I always thought his mattress looked lumpy." Duncan commented as he always remembered Owen's mattress looking a bit off but never really checking it out. He should have known the big guy was keeping sweet's under everyones noses. "You gotta share that with us, man. We're starving!"
"Oh, no. I believe the term was 'every camper for themselves". Heather reminded the delinquent of the agreement they all made, making Duncan glare at her. "And since we're alone on the island-"
GROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Suddenly, cutting Heather off, what sounded like some sort of monster growl rang throughout the entire island. Freaking everyone on it out. Heather gulped a bit before doing her best to put her usual fierce look back on. "It's just Chris freaking us out!" Heather claimed, still sure that everything going on was Chris' doing.
Lincoln and Gwen weren't gonna stick around to find out as they started pushing their raft into the water. "Well, whatever it is, we're outta here." Gwen said as she and Lincoln headed towards the ocean.
"Yeah let's get the hfil outta here." Lincoln said quickly as Duncan walked up to them.
"I'll trade you my egg in exchange for a ride." Duncan offered as he could hear the two's stomachs growling and he already had a nice fill of fruit so he could handle giving up the egg.
Gwen and Lincoln looked at each other, deciding on what to do. "Why not help him out?" Lincoln shrugged leading Gwen to sigh.
CONFESSIONAL – GWEN
"Riding with him was the last thing I wanted to do." Gwen said before holding her stomach. "But I was starving!"
"Deal." Gwen said leading to Duncan grinning as he, Gwen, and Lincoln got on the boat with Gwen and Lincoln paddling it out to the lake.
Meanwhile Heather gasped as she saw the three leave…without her…just leaving her stranded on this island with God knows what. "What? Hey!" Heather called out to them, hoping they would come back to her. "Hey, you can't just form an alliance and leave me!"
"Bye, Heather. Good luck." Gwen grinned as she and Lincoln paddled away, leaving the queen bee behind.
"Try not to look to tasty too the animals!" Lincoln called out with Duncan chuckling in response.
"Don't go! Don't go." Heather was practically begging them now as she held up a couple chocolate bars. "If you come back, I'll let you have Owen's Nanano Bars!"
CONFESSIONAL – HEATHER
"Okay. I have never been more terrified in my whole life.They left me there alone on that island to die." Heather's voice was actually breaking a little, her face one of disbelief that they would actually do that to her. "I had to draw on reserves of inner strength I never knew I had. If you're watching, Lindsay, I'm sorry that I hurt your feelings. You were an awesome friend and Beth, ditto for you. Miss you guys. BFFs forever."
CONFESSIONAL – LINCOLN
Lincoln let out a long and satisfied sigh, a smile crossing his face. "Now that felt great."
OWEN AND MR. COCONUT
Owen now truly embraced the island survivor look. He lost his shirt and even his pants with his only clothing being a loincloth. His beard was even longer and bushier and he used the lipstick to pain tribal marks onto his arms and belly with a skull ornament hair piece on his head. "C'mon, Mr. Coconut." Owen told his survival buddy who was in one of his hands with Owen's other hand having a plunger he was wielding like a weapon as he dared stepped out of the safety that was the outhouse. "Must. Find. Food."
DUNCAN, GWEN, AND LINCOLN
"You paddle like girls." Duncan commented on Gwen and Lincoln's paddling abilities making them both put on annoyed looks.
"If you don't like the accommodations, there's the door!" Gwen yelled at Duncan while pointing to the lake.
"Just give me an oar!" Duncan grunted as he tried to take Gwen's oar only for the goth to pull it back, leading to a game of tug of war.
"No!" Gwen grunted as she tried to take the oar back. "It's our raft. We row!"
Lincoln growled a bit in annoyance as he kept paddling while those two were arguing. "I swear if you two keep fighting I'm gonna turn this raft around!" Lincoln yelled using a classic parental threat.
"Well looks like you already did because there's the shore again." Duncan pointed out making Gwen and Lincoln's eyes widen. When they looked to where Duncan was looking and, sure enough, saw the shore of the island they were trying to row away from.
But they ended up on a different part of it. A part of it…where someone has been. When they reached the short, they saw a series of foot prints heading over to some palm trees that had a bunch of broken coconuts resting below them. "Uh, looks like our deserted island isn't so deserted." Gwen felt a bit of unease at this.
Lincoln inspected the footprints closely and quickly determined, "They're human." The Loud boy revealed, meaning that these foot prints could potentially belong to some sort of primal tribe or something among those lines.
"Which will cost you one omelet!" Duncan said as he quickly ran back to the raft to get his egg. Gwen quickly reacted and caught up to Duncan to try and take the egg back.
Meanwhile Lincoln just watched the scene and sighed, deciding to not get involved.
ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOAR!
Suddenly a loud roar got their attention, making Duncan and Gwen stop their fight over the egg. Looking up, they all saw a giant prehistoric goose, like the kind on Boney Island. It didn't take a genius to learn why it was hovering over them…and looking right down at Duncan and Gwen. "Uuuuh, Duncan…" Lincoln slowly backed away from the two holding the egg. "Where exactly did you find that egg?"
"Who cares!" Gwen quickly yelled as she tried to forcefully hand Duncan the egg. "You can have the egg back!"
"No, no, please I insist!" Duncan tried to push the egg back over to Gwen in return. It was at that point that the bird dive bombed the two, specifically looking towards Duncan. Duncan noticed this and took the egg and booked it only for the bird to grab the delinquent by his shoulder and fly him up into the sky.
Gwen acted quickly and used some left-over rope they had on the raft and managed to lasso one of the giant bird's feet. However the bird was a lot stronger than Gwen and ended up dragging the goth through the air as well. "Gwen!" Lincoln called out in concern as he jumped up and grabbed her legs to try and help her, only for the bird to still effortlessly fly all of them through the air.
HEATHER
Currently the queen bee took up shelter in the treehouse yet again with her head slumped at the window. She was all alone on this island, abandoned by her fellow campers. As if things couldn't get any worse, coming through the bushes was a large and fat tribal man wielding a plunger in one hand and a coconut with a face on it in the other. "AAAAAAHHH!" Heather shrieked as the tribal man grunted and headed towards the ladder of the treehouse. "HELP!"
Heather gasped as she saw the large tribal man climbing the ladder and the queen bee quickly armed herself with junk food. "Get away from me!" Heather began to throw down Owen's junk food at the tribal man to get him to back off. "HELP!" Thankfully the Malamar bar she threw managed to knock the tribal man onto the ground…and get his attention.
"Oh! Mm, Malamars." The tribal man said with a…familiar voice before eating the candy bar, wrapper and all.
Heather gasped at this. The voice, that giant body, eating junk food with the wrapper. There was only one person she knew who did that. "Owen, is that you?" Heather asked as she jumped down. Getting a closer look at him, Heather saw it was indeed the biggest member of the final five. "You completely freaked me out. And what is with that fake beard?" Heather then tried to pull it off only to find that the beard was real and attached to Owen's face.
"Ow!" Owen let out as Heather pulled his beard only to happily gasp as he looked over Heather, poking her a few times and pulling on her hair to see if she was real. "Is it really you? You're not a mirage?"
"Ow!" Heather slapped Owen's hand away after he pulled her hair. "Do you mind?"
Just then more screaming got their attention as Lincoln, Duncan, and Gwen appeared onto the scene after finally managing to ditch the giant bird. The first thing they saw was Owen with Lincoln raising a brow at his appearance. "Owen?" The white head questioned.
Owen widely smiled at the rest of the remaining campers showing up and quickly wrapped them all up in a giant bear hug. "Ah, my brethren. At last we're together! I shall never let go." Just then a giant python suddenly fell out of the trees and onto Owen. "Oh, let me rephrase that. Run!"
All of them screamed, Owen quickly throwing the snake off him, and climbed up the tree house with the python remaining at the bottom and hissing as it eyed the five of them. They all gulped as they looked down at the snake, until Gwen turned to Owen and asked, "What's with the fake beard?" Only earning an 'Ow' from Owen as she pulled on it.
TWO HOURS LATER
With the snake still stalking the bottom of the treehouse, the five campers were forced to remain in the treehouse with the only one seemingly happy about it being Owen. "Hahaha, okay." Owen laughed with the rest of the contestants looking either bored or banging their head against a wall. "I spy with my little eye something that is caramelly."
"Malamars?" Duncan guessed the obvious answer with a tone that just showed he was done with just about everything.
"Hahah, right again!" Owen clapped before looking to his fruity best friend who was on a nightstand. "Okay, it's your turn, Mr. Coconut!"
"He knows it's just a fruit, right?" Gwen whispered to Lincoln, a bit creeped out by Owen's friendship with the coconut.
"I just hope it's not blood he used to paint the face." Lincoln whispered back.
"That's it!" Heather snapped as she slammed her fist on a bed before pacing around the treehouse with her hands on her head. "I am done with this game and I can't bond with you guys anymore because you're all crazy!"
"You say that like you're not." Duncan said with a grin.
"I am the only one left on this show with a shred of sanity." Heather yelled at all of them.
"Ha! That's the best joke you've made all season." Lincoln glared at Heather, easily finding her the least tolerable of everyone here. "Coming from the girl who back stabs anyone with no remorse and gets back at them for the pettiest reasons."
"Well at least I've got my game on." Heather claimed as she glared back at Lincoln.
"Game on'? Hello?" Gwen told everyone with a serious look on her face. After everything that's happened today, she was sure the producers were doing nothing about all this. "None of us are in the competition because the producers think we're dead! Which means we're gonna die on this freaking island!"
"We are? AAAAAAAHHHH!" After hearing this, Owen quickly shifted into panicking mode at hearing this. "Heavenly hash! We're gonna die! And I've never even had a date! Or held hands! Or fulfilled any of my 'Owen gets jiggy' fantasies! Like the one where-"
"D'ah!" Gwen screamed and covered her eyes as Owen grabbed his plunger and started dancing. "Make him stop!"
Lincoln then quickly shoved a candy bar into Owen's mouth, calming him down instantly. "Thanks." Owen said after swallowing.
CONFESSIONAL – GWEN
"And that's when I thought, 'this is how I'm gonna die." Gwen let out in an incredibly annoyed tone. This was easily the most painful day of her life, not physically but mentally. "My brain was actually going to explode from frustration!"
"Guys! You know what we have to do?" Owen told everyone after completely calming down after the whole 'I'm gonna die' freak out.
"Run for our lives and leave you and Mr. Coconut behind?" Duncan quickly suggested, thinking the snake would stay around for a large meal like Owen.
"No. We need to confess our sins." Owen suggested to everyone, making them all raise a brow.
"Um, what?" Lincoln let out in a confused tone.
"Uh, not." Heather quickly shut the idea down.
"Oh, no, seriously." Owen persisted, thinking this would help bring everyone together. "I confessed all my sins and felt great. Don't you wanna clear your conscience before you die?" Everyone looked around awkwardly and decided…they got nothing better to do.
ONE SIN CONFESSION LATER
"Whoa." Gwen let out in shock as she looked to Duncan, who in turn was rubbing the back of his head uncomfortably. "So that's what you went to juvie hall for."
"Yeah…" Duncan let out before looking at Heather, thinking she deserved to go to Juvie much more than he did. "But at least it's not as bad as what Heather did."
"I admit it was a little…unorthodox." Heather of all people admitted that she went a bit over the line with her worst deed. But she soon narrowed her eyes at Gwen, with her sin leaving everyone in shock. "But it doesn't come close to what Gwen did, if that's even your real name."
Gwen looked at the floor and blushed in embarrassment, refusing to speak. "Um, wh-what about my sins?" Lincoln asked awkwardly as no one really paid him any mind when he talked about his sins.
"…Lincoln you're just…a saint." Gwen admitted with a small chuckle.
"Seriously man," Duncan smirked and crossed his arms. "If your worst deed is posting an embarrassing video of your sisters online then that really shows people what kinda guy you are."
"For real." Heather rolled her eyes. "If I had a nickel for every time I posted an embarrassing video of someone I-"
"Already made that joke." Gwen cut Heather off, making the queen bee glare at her.
Owen then let out a sigh as the big guy smiled, happy for all his friends that they did this. "There. Don't you feel better now?" He asked them all as he relaxed in bed…only for a spider to come down from the upper bunk and land on his face. "Ew, ew! Spider in the bed! Spider in the bed!" Everyone watched and chuckled as they watched Owen spin around and tried to get the spider off him. He managed to make it to the window and shake the spider off, and ended up seeing something in the distance. "Hey everyone, we've got neighbors."
Everyone raised a brow at this and looked out the window. Sure enough, they all gasped and saw some smoke raising in the distance. "The rescue team?" Duncan hoped, thinking that was possibly a smoke signal to lead them to safety.
"Or a trick courtesy of Chris." Heather stated, thinking this was a prank and/or scare.
"I know how we can find out." Owen then laid down his idea to the group…which ended up with all of them wearing tribal make up and wielding either bathroom supplies or freshly whittled spears as weapons.
"I don't know about this." Gwen said with uncertainty as she looked at her plunger.
"And can I get a better weapon than toilet paper please?" Lincoln asked as he raised up two rolls of toilet paper Owen handed him.
"We pretend we're the head hunters and scare the bejeebers out of whoever's messing with our heads!" Owen told everyone with a smile, thinking his idea was brilliant.
"There's only one problem." Duncan pointed out the obvious situation they were in waiting on the ground. "A fifty-foot python with an attitude."
"Oh, that. pbht." Owen simply shrugged and proceeded to throw Mr. Coconut right at the snake's head, instantly knocking it out.
Everyone's jaws dropped at this as they quickly glared at Owen. "Why didn't you do that hours ago?!" Gwen yelled with everyone else nodding. Instead of spending over two hours cramped inside the treehouse with each other, Owen could have just knocked the snake out with his discount Wilson all this time?!
"What, and miss out on all our bonding?" Owen's reasoning was not enough to get on everyone's good side again. "So let's get our oogie-boogie groove on!"
After about a 15-minute hike, the group made it to where the smoke was coming from. Only one layer of bushes stood in between them and whatever may lay ahead. "This is it, brethren." Owen looked back at everyone, trying to hype them up. "We might not come back alive. So let's get our oogie-boogie groove on!"
"…We're gonna freaking die." Lincoln let out with the others nodding in agreement.
"Ooga booga ooga ooga ooga!" Owen chanted as loud as he could as he charged ahead with his plunger and Mr. Coconut. Deciding they really didn't have any other options, everyone else took off chanting too and face whatever they would encounter head on.
And what they found…were Chris and Chef. "AH!" Chef yelled in fright as he jumped in to Chris' arms. The host simply catching Chef and laughing at the sight in front of him. Especially when the campers all grew surprised over his and Chef's appearance.
"Hey guys." Chris casually greeted his contestants. "It's about time you showed up."
Owen let out a high pitched gasped as he looked away while covering Mr. Coconut's three holes. "Mr. Coconut! It's a mirage! They're just figments of my imagination!"
"Uh, why is he talking to a coconut?" Chef asked after he calmed down and got back on the ground
"Owen, it's not a mirage. It's our production crew's secret location." Chris reassured the big guy as he gestured to the area around him. The campers all gasped at what they saw. A buffet table with gourmet food, a fancy trailer as big as a house, and a…bear eating from the buffet table. "Or was a secret until now…"
"But...what about the T-Rex skull?" Lincoln questioned the presence of massive dino bones.
"And the prehistoric goose!" Duncan brought up as well.
Chris simply chuckled some more. "Oh, those are just left over props from a dinosaur movie that was-"
Chris was soon cut off by Heather. "You mean while we were shipwrecked, you were here basking in the lap of luxury a mere hundred feet away?" After Heather's rant, it suddenly began to rain.
And as soon as it started pouring, Chris and Chef head over to their trailer. "Yes, Heather. That would be accurate." Chris confirmed as he was ready to leave the campers to the mercy of the rain yet again. "Sorry. I'd invite you in, but there's only room for seven. See you at the campfire tonight!"
THAT NIGHT
And so night had fallen upon the island yet again. Everyone was now safely back at camp, with Owen reclothed and shaved but still having Mr. Coconut at his side, and was prepared to say goodbye to yet another camper. "Well, it's been a grueling day, campers. Frankly, Chef and I are worn out." Chris told the campers as they all gave him unamused looks. Chris better find a new spot for his crews location if he knew what was good for him. "I hope you've learned two valuable lessons. First, always make sure your cabins are securely fastened to the ground. And second, the 'every camper for themselves' idea sucks. Five heads are always better than one.
"Ahem, I think you mean six." Owen corrected as he held up Mr. Coconut.
"Which brings us to yet another dramatic marshmallow ceremony." Chris said as he brought up a plate that held four Marshmallows. "Tonight, the final five become the final four. Gwen, Duncan, you two are safe."
Chris tossed the goth and the punk a marshmallow making them grin. "Heather, surprisingly you're still in this." Chris then tossed the third marshmallow of the night to the queen bee.
Owen and Lincoln's eyes widened as they slowly looked at each other. "Campers, there is only one marshmallow left." Chris ditched the plate and held up the very last marshmallow. Owen or Lincoln would be leaving tonight. Both boys looked at the marshmallow with incredibly anxious looks. "Owen, Lincoln, one of you has spent your last night on the island…"
"…" Both boys nervously gulped, not liking how much Chris was dragging this out.
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"Lincoln." The host then tossed the last marshmallow to Lincoln, making the Loud boy sigh with relief as Owen slumped down.
"Aw man…" Owen sighed as he hugged Mr. Coconut for support. "Least I still have you buddy."
"Yeah, just so you know this counts for both you and Mr. Coconut." Chris informed Owen before pointing to the Dock of Shame. "Sorry dude, but you both gotta go."
"Yeah I know." Owen put on a small but sad smile as he looked to everyone else. "It was awesome meeting you guys! I had the best time here! I'll miss all of you!"
"Bye Owen." Gwen waved the big guy goodbye.
"Was nice knowing ya man." Duncan gave his goodbye to Owen.
"We'll see ya later dude." Lincoln waved Owen goodbye and decided to hand him his marshmallow, Owen happily eating it.
"Come on Mr. Coconut, let's go home." Owen told his fruity buddy as they headed over to the Boat of Losers. "I can't wait for you to meet my family! I'm sure they'll love you!"
As the now final four watched Owen leave, Heather brought this up. "Just so you know, everything we confessed back there stays back there."
"Agreed." The other three said in unison.
And so with the departure of Owen came the end of yet another episode of Total…Drama…Island!