Disclaimer: I do not own Total Drama.

Note: And here we are at the final chapter, ready to put this story to an end. I'm legit amazed how easy this story was to write for the most part and how well it all flowed. It's gonna be sad saying goodbye to this cast … but, maybe it's not farewell forever, wink, wink! This has been a great start to the VS sub-series, ups and downs and all, and hopefully future VS seasons will be just as good. But until all that, let's begin the end!

We are more than what words say about us.

It was a sunny say at Playa Des Losers, with no clouds in the afternoon sky. The day was passing by all too quickly, which sucked for some of the campers because going home after a summer like what they had just experience felt almost … lacking. With just a few hours left until the boat to take them home would arrive, the twenty teens were making the most of their last day.

Harmony and Eliza lay on separate tanning chairs, wearing bikinis and relaxing in the sunshine. Harmony more a modest dark green one-piece, while Eliza wore a slightly less modest brown two-piece, which revealed the bandages she wore around the sear wound in her gut.

"Adventures are fun … but sometimes, it's great to just relax." Remarked Eliza.

"You said it." Agreed Harmony. "I've gained a new-found appreciation for the outdoors and for physical activity, but … sometimes its nice to sit down with a good book, or lay in the sunshine without worry."

"I guess so. But you know, I'd love to go on a hike in the woods … can we?" Smiled Eliza.

"'Liza, I've told you, you need to wait for your wound to fully heal before doing anything serious. You looked out for me and now I'm looking out for you. I won't let you hurt yourself out of wanting thrills." Stated Harmony firmly.

"Oh, come on Harmy!" Whined Eliza. "I've taken it easy for weeks now; surely I'm healed."

Harmony put a hand on Eliza's shoulder.

"I know it's tough, but it's for the best." Said Harmony gently. "I once got blinded for three days due to an incident involving a telescope and the sun. I nearly went mad from being unable to read … but I took it easy and got through it. Focusing on different things helped, like listening to music."

Eliza looked interested.

"Do you play any instruments?" Asked Eliza curiously.

"Well, I do play a mean trumpet." Admitted Harmony modestly.

"Could you play something for me?" Asked Eliza, looking eager.

"Well, I did see a trumpet in the basement the other day … sure, I can do that for you." Smiled Harmony as she got to her feet. "Be right back."

"Don't keep me waiting." Winked Eliza.

Once Harmony walked away and entered the Playa building Boris walked up and sat down on the tanning chair that Harmony had been sitting on.

"Afternoon." Greeted Boris.

"Sup?" Replied Eliza.

"Can I have a few minutes of your time?" Requested Boris.

"Sure, what's on your mind?" Asked Eliza, sitting up to focus her attention on Boris.

Boris hesitated, and then spoke.

"Sorry for being so protective to you at the start. I didn't realize how weak I made you feel and how sexist I looked." Said Boris seriously. "I am sorry."

"Ah, it's ok Boris. I'm way past that." Assured Eliza. "Water under the bridge, nothing more."

"That's good to know." Said Boris, looking relieved.

"Besides, us low ranks gotta stick together, eh?" Giggled Eliza.

Boris frowned, which Eliza noticed.

"Hey, you ok Boris?" Asked Eliza.

"I just … I just feel bitter." Admitted Boris. "I gave it my all in challenges and got voted off before the game really began and, well, I gained nothing from all this. I feel robbed, both of the million and my time."

"You didn't come last though." Assured Eliza. "You've got that going for ya."

"Even Harmony gained more than me. I may not understand your affection, exactly, but it makes you happy so you've won a small victory. Me, not so much." Muttered Boris. "But I'll live. At any rate, if I ever play again I'll know exactly what to do."

"Well … best of luck?" Said Eliza uncertainly.

"Thanks. I may need it." Nodded Boris s he got to his feet. "Take care. Have a safe journey home."

Boris walked away and Eliza lay back down, looking thoughtful.

"I'm not sure what to feel right now." Noted Eliza.

"What do you mean?" Asked Harmony as she walked up, trumpet in hand.

"Boris is just a little down is all." Replied Eliza.

"Hopefully he'll be ok." Said Harmony as she sat down. "So, ready?"

"Always ready." Nodded Eliza.

Harmony began to play a nice tune and a smile appeared on Eliza's face.

"… Music may be a great way to not focus on my lack of adventuring." Noted Eliza.

Ollie, Liv and Wally sat together on a couch, keeping very still. Meanwhile Wittney as painting a picture of them, a look of focus on her face.

"How much longer-." Began Ollie.

"Sssh!" Snapped Wittney.

"But we've been sitting here for-." Persisted Ollie.

"Sssh!" Snapped Wittney again.

"You're not gonna get through to her, stud mu-" giggled Liv.

"Sssh!" Snapped Wittney, looking very firm.

"Hey, you did not just shush me!" Exclaimed Liv.

Wittney paused from painting and frowned at her 'muses'.

"Do you know what the word 'sssh' means, or is it not in your vocabulary?" Asked Wittney, an eyebrow raised in mild annoyance.

"It's in mine Wittney. I'm not gonna make a sound." Saluted Wally.

"Aw, thanks." Smiled Wittney. "See, Wally gets it."

"Yeah, I'm the quietest person here." Added Wally. "Like I'm invisible or something."

Wittney, Wally just-." Began Ollie.

"Sssh!" Snapped Wittney.

Ollie frowned while Liv rolled her eyes and Wally and Wittney both laughed.

"I could grow to enjoy this playful banter." Noted Wittney. "Anyway, it's nearly done. Just two more minutes, tops."

"Did you get my good side?" Asked Liv.

"I did." Assured Wittney. "It's the only side I am able to paint."

"Did you get my good-." Began Ollie.

"Sssh!" Snapped Wittney and Wally in usion.

"Srry Ollie, you're not winning this one." Giggled Liv.

"Oh, not you too!" Groaned Ollie "I can sense some 'fun' times when we meet up after the show..."

Ollie then smiled.

"And I'd not have it any other way." Declared Ollie.

"We're not giving you the choice." Teased Liv. "But I very much agree. And after rehab … I'll be the girl you deserve."

"Liv, you always were." Assured Ollie. "If not you you I'd have probably been fifth gone at best, instead of fifth place."

Liv smiled and leaned in to kiss her boyfriend. Wittney couldn't bring herself to sssh them.

"That's so sweet … maybe even half as sweet as me and Wally." Smiled Wittney. "And with that, the picture is done!"

"Cool. Can we see?" Asked Wally. "I've never seen your art before … if we're gonna be a couple, it's about them I see what you can do and start praising you."

"I agree, time for high praise." Nodded Wittney with a smirk. "Presenting a contemporary piece I like to call, Alone Together!"

With that Wittney turned the painting around. Wittney, true to her word, was very good at art. The picture of the trio on the couch was shaded well, had a compatible colour palette and clearly had a lot of effort and love put into it.

"Great job Wittney, that's a really nice picture." Noted Liv. "Thanks."

"Looks like your ego wasn't totally unfounded. That's very nice. If me and Wally can have it, we'll frame it in the living room." Said Ollie, looking impressed.

Wally snaked his arms around Wittney, hugging her from behind which made her squeak in surprise.

"Now that's what I call art." Smiled Wally.

"Oh stop, you're gonna make me blush. "giggled Wittney, before adding ."Actually, keep going. I want more praise please."

Ollie laughed, and soon Liv and Wally joined in. Wittney couldn't help but giggle as well, though at what she had no idea.

Fosley sat in his room, a bitter scowl on his face He was still furious at losing. The Silver Toast he had won was thrown across the room, unwanted.

"I worked the hardest of everybody. If not for audience interference I'd be in Ruth's position." Muttered Fosley, looking bitter. "The voted off campers being sore losers was the only reason I lost..."

Fosley kicked his bedside cabinet in anger, but took a breath.

"But, people will know who I am. Everybody will see this as the season of Fosley Powers, the crownless king." Said Fosley confidently. "In time, I'll get back on my feet. I'll be back for another season, and then I'll win."

There was a knock at Fosley's door.

"A fan, perhaps?" Noted Fosley as he got up and opened the door.

Patsy stood there, looking at Fosley in hatred, yet was also eerily calm.

"You have a letter." Said Patsy, shoving an envelope into Fosley's hand with her non-broken arm. "You also have my eternal contempt, ass."

"You still going on about this?" Asked Fosley, looking bored.

"Damn right I am." Hissed Patsy like an angry snake. "You were evil."

"It's a game Patsy. I played the game the way it was meant to be played, you're just angry that I got you out. Besides, you were only seventh I came so close. Check your privilege, and move on with your life." Said Fosley, rolling his eyes.

Patsy slapped Fosley with her good arm. He winced, but then smirked.

"You just prove my point." Said Fosley.

"And you know what you prove? That humans are dicks." Stated Patsy, not making eye contact. "You hurt so many people and drove people to their breaking points. The fact I assisting in this, even unknowingly … I feel sick, I feel honestly sick. I just hope the fame you lust for ends up as pure infamy. I was a b*tch … but you, you were a c*nt."

"Whatever." Said Fosley, rolling his eyes as he opened up his letter. "Now if you'll excused me I have fan mail to read."

Patsy just shook her head and frowned, yet also looked sad. This as who she had given her first kiss to. Meanwhile Fosley, not closing the door on Patsy, opened the letter and began to read it.

Fosley gasped in horror.

"What the f*ck?!" Yelled Fosley, looking slightly pale.

"What? A fan say they don't like you?" Scoffed Patsy.

"The education board put me on the college blacklist! I'm 'pose a risk to the staff and students'! Thus … this is insane! It has to be a mistake! I did nothing wrong!" Yelled Fosley, his eye twitching.

"Nothing except hurting people emotionally and physically all for your own ego." Said Patsy. "Later, Mr Celebrity."

Patsy walked off, a dark look of satisfaction on her face while Fosley yelled in anger.

In the video game room Wishami and Moe were playing a game of Mario Kart Wii, while Rai snuggled up against Moe, a relaxed, peaceful and gentle look on her face.

"Eat blue shell!" Declared Wishami.

"No! Not the widely hated and when you think about it illogical in practise blue shell!" Wailed Moe.

"Oh, you're in trouble now Moe!" Giggled Rai.

Moe desperately tried to make his character (Funky Kong) get out the way, but the blue shell blew him up and sent him falling off the track, allowed Wishami's character (Dry Bones) to overtake him and cross the finish line.

"CURSES!" Yelled Moe, tossing his controller away. "I hate Rainbow Road and blue shells!"

"Whoa, are you ok Moe?" Asked Rai, looking concerned.

Moe looked sheepish.

"I'm sorry for losing my temper." Apologised Moe. "But, the blue shell!"

"I know sweetie, I know." Said Rai gently. "They're a menace to us all."

Moe and Rai hugged tenderly, both feeling woe from the blue shell. Wishami giggled.

"You guys are adorable. You should have your own show; it could be called something like Day With The Deathspanks." Teased Wishami. "I'd watch it."

"I would too." Noted Moe.

"Eh, I think I've had enough being on TV for one lifetime." Admitted Rai. "All the stress, acting badly for so many people to see and judge me … yeah, the life of a TV personality ain't for me. I'd rather have a more peaceful career as a science teacher … or, maybe even a Health Teacher."

"I'm sure you'd be a good teacher." Smiled Wishami. "You'd make class fun at any rate."

"Learning should be fun." Nodded Rai.

"Even Math?" Asked Moe.

"Nah, making Math fun is impossible." Declared Rai. "… Geez, it feels soooooo good to be back on my meds. I feel alive again!"

"You died? Oh no!" Exclaimed Moe.

"Thankfully your affection bought me back." Smiled Rai, tickling Moe's chin.

"Doooy..." Guffawed Moe goofily.

"Yuck, the sweetness is giving me diabetes!" Gagged Wishami playfully as she got to her feet. "Be back in a bit. I'm gonna go look at a distraction so … you'll be alone. Later!"

Wishami left the room, leaving Moe and Rai alone.

"So … is this the part where we dim the lights, put on slow jazz music and make out?" Asked Moe.

"Maybe later." Giggled Rai, before looking serious. "We need to talk … or rather, I need to talk about something. I have made a very hard decision … like, harder than my skull hard."

"That's pretty hard." Noted Moe. "What is it?"

"… Seeing Sarge's episodes and how he acts and the fact he has no medication that could help him … it makes me see I am very lucky. What I felt without my meds … he's felt that every single day of his life." Said Rai, looking distant. "All alone with no friends or anything, unable to fit in … I … I feel really bad for him, despite what he did to me."

"It shows your have the capacity to forgive." Smiled Moe. "… But I get the feeling there is more?"

Rai slowly nodded.

"Moe … a life without love is a life without happiness. I don't want anybody feeling as bad as me at my lowest, or any lows I've not felt. So … I'm come to an epiphany thingy." Said Rai, taking a deep breath. "… I am going to visit Sarge at his asylum twice a month. I don't want anybody, no matter how mean, to feel like I did. Never again."

Moe gave Rai a big hug.

"That is very nice of you." Smiled Moe. "I am proud as proud can be proud … which is pretty proud."

"There's just one thing though … could you come with me when I visit?" Requested Rai. "I still have nightmares. And, if the visits don't work out because of the PTSD and stress… I'll send him letters. He won't be alone. So … can you?"

Moe put his hand of Rai's smaller hand.

"You lead and I'll follow, no matter where it is … except Libya, it's too Hot for me there." Declared Moe.

"… Thanks, Whoa Moe." Said Rai with a giggle.

"Tis a pleasure, Kawaii Rai." Replied Moe.

The two kissed for a few moments, and parted. Moe got up to his feet.

"I'll be back soon, I have somebody I need to say some stuff too. English stuff." Stated Moe.

"Have fun." Said Rai, dramatically waving goodbye.

Moe left the room, and Wishami walked back in.

"Did I miss anything that wasn't PG-13?" Asked Wishami.

"You did." Confirmed Rai. "Now, more Mario Kart! I call dibs on Dry Bones!"

"Doh! I wanted to be Dry Bones." Pouted Wishami.

Cy and John walked through the Playa, talking about something.

"You just gotta go for it, dude." Said Cy. "Don't put it off. You gotta be yourself, or somebody else if you're a jerk, but you're not a jerk so you can feel free to be yourself."

"Got it. Thanks for the advice." Said John gratefully.

"It's my pleasure." Assured Cy. "That'll be twenty bucks.

"What? No way." Frowned John.

"Eh, worth a try." Shrugged Cy. "Now run along. Run to your lady."

"I'll walk. Gives me more time to work with." Said John, now looking nervous.

John walked away while Diamond walked up to Cy.

"What were you talking to John about? He looks nervous." Noted Diamond.

"Romance." Stated Cy.

"Ah, that explains it." Said Diamond, looking very understanding. "He's whipped, good and proper."

"Well, to each their own kinks." Shrugged Cy.

"Naughty!" Scolded Diamond. "But, speaking of naughty … my mummy has decided you are not naughty and you can come over to visit whenever you want. Good job Cy, you are in."

"Yes!" Cheered Cy. "If there anything I can't do?"

"Win a million dollars on a reality show?" Teased Diamond.

Cy looked like his brain broke, and then he began to laugh.

"Burn! That was a good one!" Laughed Cy. "You're cheekier than you give yourself credit for."

Diamond couldn't help but giggle and then puff up her chest and stand up straight.

"Well, I'm tough as nails and hard as a diamond." Bragged Diamond.

Diamond then began coughing due to breathing in so much air at once.

"You're soft as a marshmallow." Smirked Cy.

Diamond pouted, blushing in embarrassment.

"But, you're also sweet as a marshmallow too." Added Cy.

Diamond blushed again, this time due to affection.

"… Thanksies." Smiled Diamond.

Boris entered the dining room and sat down at the table, looking lost in her own thoughts.

"The show went on for nearly four weeks, and I never got the chance to do anything." Muttered Boris. "I should have gotten further."

"I know the feeling Dawg." Agreed Earl as he sat down across from Boris. "Some of got jipped, y'know? Ruth may have won, and good job to her and all that disco, but I think others deserve it more."

"Same." Agreed Boris. "But, uh, isn't the phrase 'and all that jazz'?£

"Disco is better than jazz." Stated Earl as though he were talking about th weather.

"Ah." Said Boris, not knowing what else to say. "So … now we go home, with only pre-merge ranks under out belt."

"Yeah, it's funkin' tragic." Grumbled Earl. "But you know, I do have a plan in my soon to be restored 'fro."

"Really? Do tell. What can be done now that this season is over?" Asked Boris.

"This season may be over, but there may yet be an all-stars." Said Earl slyly. "I was just thinking dawg, if we both end up in a season together … let's team up. We could go far and get the ranks we deserve. It'd be sweet!"

"What makes you so sure we'd be asked back?" Asked Boris skeptically.

"I was a pre-merge 'villain' who got rawbed, and you were a minor player and the fan base loves early boots." Stated Earl. "Just something to consider if fate brings us both back. You in?"

Earl extended his hang for a shake. Boris considering this, and then shook it, seeing no reason not to.

"Wise choice! We'll be the ultimate disco duo of Brain and Brawn!" Declared Earl.

"We were both on the Brawn team." Stated Boris.

"… Between you and me, I just acted dumb during casting so I'd get a leg up on the team strat-wise." Winked Earl. "Smart eh?"

"… You're smarter than you look." Noted Boris.

"Oh, you have no idea dawg." Chuckled Earl. "Now, let's hope we both get bought back, or this will be quite the waste of time, huh?"

"That would be pretty annoying." Agreed Boris.

Tyrian packed his bags, everything organised neatly and without the slightest bit of chaos. He then, suitcase in hand, walked over to a closet and locked himself inside.

"I shall come out when those crazy people are gone. A serious fungi researcher like me has no time for their spores of chaos, annoyance, strife, war, famine, pestilence, death and itchiness." Grumbled Tyrian.

Tyrian yawned.

"The sheer insanity and retardation of this planet has left me tired. I shall take a nap." Decided Tyrian.

Tyrian closed his eyes.

"One noble prize winning mushroom thesis paper, two noble prize winning mushroom thesis papers, three noble prize winning mushroom thesis papers." Counted Tyrian, in place of sheep.

Bianca and Trey giggled mischievously inside a closet.

"It's so big!" Gasped Bianca.

"Quite the pipe, huh?" Agreed Trey.

"Does it blow nicely?" Asked Bianca.

"It sucks good as well." Declared Trey.

"I wanna ride it!" Cheered Bianca

The closet opened and the Treyanca duo stepped out, wheeling a vacuum cleaner behind them. The climbed on top of it and Trey prepared to kick the start switch.

"Ready?" Asked Trey.

"Ready!" Saluted Bianca. "And when we get home, my home that is, which I suppose is our home … um … oh yeah, would you be ok with having pizza take-out?"

"Ah, pizza restaurants. They work the staff hard and make them nearly roast to death … I approve! Extra olives on mine!" Declared Trey.

"Pineapple too?" Asked Bianca.

"Does a fish swim?" Asked Trey. "Yes! Now, away we go!"

Trey kicked the vacuum cleaner on and it began to blaze down the hallways of the Playa.

"Wheeeeeee!" Cheered Bianca. "This is fun!"

"So much fun it's scary! Mwahahaha!" Cackled Trey.

The two then knocked a vase off a table and it smashed.

"Wasn't me!" Yelled Bianca and Trey in usion.

Patsy, her pad back in her possession, was getting ready to do some rather shady hacking.

"He's suffered for what he did … but I might as well ensure the lesson sticks in." Muttered Patsy. "Negative reinforcement, you rock."

There was a knock at Patsy's open door. She turned and saw Moe at the doorway.

"Hi!" Greeted Moe.

"Not now, I'm busy." Stated Patsy.

"What with? A game?" Asked Moe, sounding curious.

"If you call hacking into Fosley's accounts and freezing them all a game, then yes. A very good game." Smirked Patsy maliciously.

Moe was silent, and took one step towards Patsy.

"Are you better than him?" Asked Moe.

Patsy raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?" Asked Patsy.

"Are you better than Fosley?" Asked Moe.

"Of course I am. What kind of a question is that?" Asked Patsy, looking annoyed.

"Well, you were disgusted at Fosley for his acts that went beyond the contest, but isn't freezing his accounts also going beyond the contest?" Asked Moe innocently.

"Yeah but … this is different!" Insisted Patsy.

"How?" Asked Moe curiously. "I'm kinda curious to know."

Patsy stammered, and then glared at Moe.

"What do you care?! I lost everything on this show! I was made a fool of, I broke my arm, I had my heart broken, I learnt how dumb I really am … ad he's the root of everything!" Yelled Patsy. "I want him to suffer!"

"He is suffering, he got put into the college blacklist." Stated Moe. "Um, right"

"It's not enough..." Muttered Patsy. "Its not my personal payback..."

Some tears leaked out from behind Patsy's sunglasses. She was emotionally distraught.

"Sometimes bad things happen, and we can't stop them. But we don't need to be bad I return. Sometimes, good leads to good." Said Moe very gently. "If you want to do this it him … I won't stop you, and I won't tell anybody."

Patsy looked eager.

"But, I believe you are better than this." Said Moe quietly.

Patsy paused as Moe walked out the door.

"… Or are you?" Said Moe as he left.

Patsy was silent, considering Moe's words. She looked at her pad. One tap and Fosley would really be suffering. It was easy, and without risk!

But Moe's last words rang in her head.

"Am I better than this? Better than Fosley?" Asked Patsy quietly, looking very tempted to go through with it.

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Patsy turned her pad off.

The sun was setting and the campers would be leaving in a mere one hour. Ruth sat alone on top of a cliff, watching the sunset go down on the horizon of the sea. Her case of one million dollars was propped by the log she sat on, the money off her mind as she watched the sunset.

"The day is ending." Noted Ruth.

Ruth paused.

"And so is a chapter of my life." Said Ruth softly. "Where will my story take me now?"

Ruth seemed uncertain for a few moments.

"… Probably the chip shop. Boat rides make me hungry." Guessed Ruth. "Large chips for me; I am rich."

Ruth then heard footsteps that seemed oddly light.

"I am not alone." Noted Ruth before glancing back. "Who's there?"

Ruth gained the faintest of smiles as she saw John approaching her. He walked up and stood by the log, looking a little nervous.

"Hi Ruth." Greeted John. "Congratulations on your hard earned victory … not saying it was easy. But if it was it'd show you are competent … um … not that you are never competent because, um, you did win, and … err."

John trailed off awkwardly and then cleared his throat.

"So, what are you doing out here by yourself?" Asked John.

"I'm watching the sunset." Said Ruth. "The sun is setting on this chapter of the book known as my life. Moe is rubbing off on me, but that's ok."

"You are a smart girl." Nodded John, before looking nervous. "Um, since you are, well, very smart … can I ask you a question? I think you'll know the answer ...well … its opinion based, but..."

"You seem really nervous." Noted Ruth. "This question must be important. What be shaking?"

John was now shaking, his heart pounding. He began to blush and seemed like he was having trouble finding his voice.

"We've been allies … and then friends … and we both played well and … well … I am very proud of you and, um, that is to say … you've been through a lot and I want to, well, make sure you get better. I'm not saying you're not ok and that you can't do it on your own! Definitely not saying that!" Stammered John. "Um … I … err … I know this conflicts with your very, very justified phobia, very justified, but … will you be my … girlfriend?"

By the end John was covering his face, trembling with nerves and his voice had gone quiet and squeaky. Ruth was silent, then blinked, blinked again, and then spoke.

"John?" Began Ruth, getting to her feet.

"… Yes?" Asked John, uncovering his face.

Ruth as stoic, and then smiled.

"It shall be done." Giggled Ruth as she stood on tip toes and gave John a quick peck on the lips.

John looked like he had been punched by a rainbow after that.

"Whoa..." Said John, his chest now very warm.

Ruth sat down on the log, and looked a little nervous. John noticed this and sat down next to her.

"You ok?" Asked John. "Still … scared?"

"Its not you. I … love you. But after what happened … after all the things Gabby made me do..." Ruth trailed off.

After a few moments Ruth spoke again.

"Can we take it slow? I need to get used to this … having a kind lover. I need time to ease into it. Please?" Asked Ruth, her eyes full of hope.

John smiled warmly.

"We'll take it as slow as you want." Promised John. "I'm used to taking it slow … one of the teams play for back home is called the Wild Turtles."

Ruth giggled, for one not monotone.

"… I'm glad I met you … boss." Said Ruth sincerely.

"Likewise … queen." Replied John.

The two would sit together watching the sunset in silence until it came time to go home. After a while Ruth would lean against John, and he would gently put an arm around her.

The campers had boarded the boat and left for their homes, six of them unknowingly having all-star invites placed into their suitcases by interns, as ordered by Chris.

Chris himself was having a good evening. He sipped from a latte at the pool bar, a satisfied look on his face.

"Best. Season. Ev-er!" Declared Chris. "So much drama and hate, and yet some hilarious antics and romance the fans eat up. I am so getting paid for this!"

SARA walked up to Chris.

"The big boss wants us in his office. It's about the next season." Stated SARA.

"Lead the way. Time for a pain-storm!" Cheered Chris. "… It's a brainstorm, but the ideas are made t cause pain."

"Your face causes me pain. It rusts my motherboard." Snarked SARA.

"Shut up." Muttered Chris.

A few minutes later Chris and SARA stood in an office. A figured sat in a chair with their back to Chris, the chair obscuring them.

"This was a good season." Said the person. "Huge ratings, happy fans, excellent gameplay in all areas … yes, I'd say this may be the second best."

"Second?" Said Chris curiously.

"Fans refuse to acknowledge anything as better than season one." Stated the person.

"Nostalgia filter it strikes again." Muttered SARA.

"However there was one small problem." Said the person.

"What was that?" Asked Chris.

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Topher

"You allowed two rapists onto the show! That's two too many!" Exclaimed Topher. "Why not two drunk guys, or two angry senior citizens! Seriously Maclean, as your superior I'd expect better. I didn't get into this position by letting just anything happen!"

"Yeah, you got to it by-." Began Chris before Topher cut him off.

"By hard work, careful editing, showmanship, only letting the finer parts of proverbial poo flinging stay in and, of course, my frickin' awesome hair." Said Topher airily. "This will not stand Chris, no siree! I have no choice, but to tell you..."

"Don't fire me!" Pleaded Chris.

"I'm not gonna fire you. You're one of my top ten idols. Number seven in fact ahead of Jack Black and below Ian Hecox." Assured Topher. "Nope, nope! Instead, I had to hire some extra help for the show. Nothing big, just a few extra workers to keep things running as smooth as Sammy."

"And … who are these workers?" Asked Chris, curiously.

Topher flashed a sadistic grin that mimicked Chris' own usual grin.

"Come on in guys!" Called Topher.

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and in walked four robots. They looked similar to SARA, yet all had differences in build and colour.

The first robot was built to have a chassis that extended outwards like flab. It seemed 'fat' and had a yellow screen.

"hello, I'm Fat Ass Robot Assistant, but you can call me FARA." Said the hungry robot. "… Got any chips?"

The second robot had angry eyebrows built onto its frame and rather than being a vertical rectangle like SARA, it was a simple square shape. It also had a bright red screen.

"I'm Jerk Ass Robot Assistant, or JARA for short … and you better not piss me off!" Yelled the angry robot.

The third robot was more lanky in its frame, standing thinner than SARA and also taller. It had a dopey on look on its screen face, and the screen colour was green.

"Me and Dumb Ass Robot Assistant … call me DARA. … Wait, where am I, and who am I?" Asked SARA. "Eek! My fingers are made of metal! Oh no!"

The fourth robot had a very similar build to SARA, but had a blue screen and also a rather notable wonky and bouncy antennae.

"Yo, I am Bad Ass Robot Assistant. Call me BARA … bitch." Said the robot coolly, smoking a metal cigar, somehow.

"So Chris, SARA, what do you think of your work mates?" Asked Topher.

"… Heaven is real." Said SARA, a heart appearing on its screen

"Happy to make happy." Winked Topher. "Chris, what say you?"

Chris's left eye was twitching, before he dropped to his knees and yelled up to the sky in despair.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

THE END

Plot twist ending! What is Topher doing here?! And what's up with the four new robots? You'll have to read the next VS season once I get to it to find out. But, with that aside, Brains VS Brawns, the first fic in the VS sub series has drawn to a close, and what a shaky ride this one was!

Never before has my fan base been so torn and so much controversy cropping up. Now I know how the canon writers must feel! What once was a grey and gray season ended up as grey and black, and not just dark, but depressingly realistic at times too. But I do not regret it for a moment. I'd call BvB my current fav of my fics, even though Tweenabet has my fav winner. 4 seasons under my belt now! And, many more to come!

Next on my list is a twofold plan. TDL3 and Tween Tour. I'll alternate between them to keep it fair; an episode of one and an episode of the other and then rinse and repeat. I may lean more to one eventually but we'll see. I have plenty planned for both, and it's all gonna get written, right to the last word!

As always, thanks for reading!

Special Thanks

Asujoll- Thanks for the edgic and ranking chart, plus the fan art and the reviews. You rock!

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Bad-asp- Thanks for the elimination chart. Loved watching it get filled!

Chorofax- Thanks for the reviews, Skype chat reviews and those charts you emailed to me. Loved it all!

DarkShockBro- Quite simply, thanks for everything, not just the reviews, but also the sheer morale support. It made a ton of difference. Thanks so much! You rock!

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