Disclaimer: I do not own Total Drama, its characters, or anything else related to the series.

Warning: Mild violence.

~Author's Note~

Surprise.

Replying to Reviews~

ShadowJcreed - Thanks for your kind words. I'm also really pleased with the way Samey and B's friendship turned out.

Patrick the Fan - Glad to hear it, and thanks for your support! I also wish that B could have stayed a little longer, but I just felt like it was his time to get eliminated.

xtremexavier15 - B will definitely be avenged!

AnonBrowser - Sam is also one of my favorite Total Drama characters; I can really relate to him in a lot of ways. I only felt it right to give Ella some mature qualities, and I hope that this isn't too deviant from her canon personality. I'll discuss Ella's feelings for Shawn later in the story. About this story's villain... it'll be even more confusing than Pahkitew Island's villain(s). I have five ideas for a villain: Scott, as well as four others who will remain unnamed for now. Two of them won't be main villains of course, but as for the other three, I'm not sure who I would consider as the main villain. Hopefully this chapter will answer one of your questions. ;)

DSX62415 - Yeah, it's just as you said. This is Chris we're talking about; safety never comes first with him. I actually wrote the part at breakfast in Part 1 with the idea that nobody knew what Chris was drinking, and this includes everyone on the camera crew as well. Actually, I just thought about something. If Scarlett hadn't pointed out that Chris was drinking vodka, Scott never would have thought up the plan about spiking B's punch and he wouldn't have gotten him eliminated. Huh... wow. You can thank Scarlett for that.

Solarr-Eclipse - Yes, as someone who has never had vodka before, it was definitely a challenge to write about it. I know nothing about getting drunk, the taste of vodka, how long its effects take to wear off, or anything like that, but one thing's for sure: this was completely foreign to me. However, I'm glad that my depiction of vodka was accurate enough for my readers. So from now on, I'll try to avoid those kinds of topics. I 100% agree with you about Samey (sorry if you don't like how I spell her name, as a writer, I've just gotten used to it) getting a chance for development without Amy around. You wanna know something? If I'm honest, I never really liked Samkota all that much until I finally started writing for them. Now they're probably my favorite couple in Total Drama, topping even couples like Duncney!

Let's begin the special Halloween chapter, shall we?

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A car drove through the trees of Pahkitew Island. It was a short faded silver convertible from the late 60's, and the young boy driving the car was very lucky indeed to be able to drive one, especially in the 21st century.

The trees weren't too close together, and were spaced out just enough to possibly even drive with another car side-by-side. Owls cooed with chilling softness, and the cicadas filled the atmosphere's emptiness with their calm vibrations. The moon was full, but all the trees blocked it out, leaving the car's headlights as the only source of light.

A girl was sitting in the passenger's seat beside him. She was enjoying the car ride through the forest, and didn't even care that her arms were tingling from the brisk air.

Darkness falls across the land

The midnight hour is close at hand

The figure crawls in search of blood

To terrorize y'all's neighborhood

Suddenly, the car gradually slowed down until it came to a complete stop. The car seemed to cough abrasively as it did.

"Mike?" the girl asked. "What's wrong?"

Mike pushed the gear shift beside the letter P, and sighed with disappointment. "Honestly," he groaned, trying to stay positive. "We're out of gas!"

Zoey nodded. She was sad that their nighttime cruise together was over, but at least she was still with him. "So, what are we going to do now?"

The two looked at each other with adventurous looks; both were waiting to see if they were on the same page.

Eventually, the car that was left in the forest shrank out of their sight. Not to say that they looked back; they only focused on what was in front of them, and each other. They listened to their footsteps on the branches and leaves below them, listening as they crackled underneath their shoes like fire would.

Zoey allowed the both of them to walk in silence for a little bit, as she was focused on Mike. His hands were in his pants pockets.

"Hey, um," Zoey began, stuttering. "Is something wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, why do you ask?"

"You have your hands in your pockets... it's rare to see you walk like that."

"O-Oh..." Mike took his hands immediately out of his pockets. "I-It's just from the cold."

Zoey cracked a grin. "Then, shouldn't you put your hands back in your pockets?"

"Yeah, right... sorry about that." The two laughed together and continued to walk.

"I'm having a nice time, Mike," Zoey told the boy, blushing.

Mike chuckled in a friendly manner. "Y-Yeah, I'm having fun too, just walking here with you."

The indie girl played with her wristbands sheepishly. "You did tell me that it would be fun... I'm sorry I didn't believe you at first."

"That doesn't matter right now," Mike stated, stopping Zoey in her place, taking a deep breath to prepare himself for what he was about to say. "Zoey, can I ask you something?"

"Of course, you can ask me anything!" Zoey took both of his hands to calm his nerves.

He nodded with a smile, as if to thank her. "You know that I like you... don't you?"

"Yes," Zoey answered.

"And... I hope you like me the way I like you."

"Yes," she answered again.

"And I was wondering... if you wanted to be my girlfriend..."

Zoey gasped softly, and slowly moved closer to hug Mike as she squealed with joy. "Oh, Mike!" They continued to hug, treating the dark atmosphere around them quite literally, as if they were the only beings in existence without a single outside source to judge them.

And whosoever shall be found

If the figure hears them make a sound

Must stand and face the hounds of hell

And rot inside a corpse's shell

When they let go of each other, Mike pulled out an object from his pocket. It was a necklace on a silver chain; a circular ornament made of copper hung from the chain, and a carved image of Mike was on both sides of the ornament. Zoey giggled delightfully as Mike slipped the necklace on around her head. She picked the copper ornament up from her neck and looked at it in awe; at all the details in the carving, at the perfect circular shape, at how accurately the carving captured his sincere smile...

"It's beautiful," Zoey mused, knowing quite well that the word "beautiful" wasn't worthy of describing the accessory.

Mike showed off his toothy grin, as he was glad to see Zoey smile. "Now it's official." Zoey took her eyes off the necklace to look at Mike and to listen.

"I... I have something I want to tell you," the boy said, his voice quivering.

"Yes, Mike?"

"...I'm not like other guys."

Zoey laughed out loud. "Haha, of course not! That's what I love about you," she complimented, playfully tapping his nose.

But Mike didn't laugh back. He was deadly serious. "No, that's not what I meant. I meant that... I'm different."

"Come on, Mike," Zoey said, mid-laughter. "What are you talking about?"

Mike never had time to answer. He suddenly grabbed his neck, clutching at it with shaky fingers that curled wickedly. He was wheezing as he tried to breathe.

"Mike! Oh my gosh, Mike, what's wrong?!" Zoey ran up to the boy, placing a hand on his shoulder and the other on his heart. It was still beating, but... it was faster than it should have been.

However, Mike could only sputter out two words before losing all his oxygen. "G-Get... away...!"

"No, Mike! Stop choking yourself!"

His face was now blue, as he still tried to speak to the girl. His hands slipped from his neck down by his sides, and Zoey could see that he was still choking. Mike never choked himself... his hands grabbed his neck because of survival instincts. Something had been choking him.

Zoey shrieked as she saw the life fade in an instant from Mike's brown eyes. He fell forward, and hit the ground face-first. With tears in her eyes, she let out a hopeless gasp as she looked at the empty shell below her. She knelt over, placed a hand on his back... and cried more.

"Oh, Mike... what happened to you?"

A sudden movement; Mike sprang up with dark bags underneath his eyes. He was standing like he was about to lunge at a shuddering Zoey.

"My question exactly," answered the boy with a deep voice.

Zoey wasn't sure what to think. "M-Mike, are you okay?"

He held out his hand beside him, as if there was someone there in the shadows to give him a handshake. But nobody was there. Yet a knife... somehow materialized into Mike's hand. Zoey fell backwards once Mike held it in front of him, pointing the blade directly at the girl.

"I'm definitely okay," Mike answered. "But for you, well... that can always be arranged."

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Mike lifted the knife above him as Zoey screamed bloody murder. She managed to stand up in time and run away from the boy, right before the blade could slice her skin.

"You get back here, you little brat!" Mike called from a distance. Zoey tried to run back to the car, to see if it could somehow start up without any gas. To hide beneath... or to hide behind... anything to get away from Mike. But she couldn't remember where the car was. No lights were there to guide Zoey through the maze of identical oak trees. She didn't try to rationalize anything that just happened. She just ran.

But Zoey could hear Mike running after her. She could hear his blood-curdling laughter that seemed to resonate throughout the entire forest. And that laughter was getting closer.

As far as she ran, Zoey couldn't seem to find where the woods ended. It was like Pahkitew Island and all the people on it had just vanished, and the entire world was now a tree-speckled forest. No escape. No hope of freedom. No light. Nothing... but fear.

Soon Zoey needed to stop for a breath. She leaned against a tree and tried to breathe as quietly as she could, which wasn't very quiet at all. Her throat felt painfully cold from all the running. Once she got her breathing under control, she stopped to look around. Her eyes had adjusted after staying in one place for a while, so she could make out the outlines of the trees, and the leaves on the grass.

She was alone.

The foulest stench is in the air

Of blood, of metal, of flesh, of fear

And the dark, familiar figure of gloom

Is closing in to seal her doom

"GRAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"

Mike had found her, and knocked her on the ground with the handle of his knife. Zoey screamed once more, and as she was quaking on the ground, she felt a sharp pain on her cheek. Once she placed her hand on her face, she lifted it back and saw droplets of red stained on her hand. The corner of the blade closest to the handle had sliced a small part of her skin as Mike knocked her over.

And he was moving closer, with the knife. "Ohoho, am I going to enjoy this!"

"Mike, please stop!"

"Listen here. Mike... is... gone."

"No..."

"I'm not Mike anymore. I'm... Mal."

"M-Mal...?!"

He raised the blade once again, breathing like a beast; Zoey was too shocked to move a muscle. "Linger on the thought that Mike is gone... as you slip away to the afterlife." She let out one final scream... before the boy thrust the blade down.

Mike thrust his head up, and hit it on a piece of wood. Confused, he looked up to see the bottom of the top bunk in his cabin. He could still hear the demonic breathing of the killer who killed Zoey in his dream, but after looking around, he noticed that it was just Brick's loud snoring that had somehow snuck its way into Mike's dream.

"So... it was a dream, then. Zoey's okay... that's a relief."

It did take him a while to finally slip back into deep slumber, but when he did... he began to laugh unconsciously... and maliciously.

And though you fight to stay alive

Your body starts to shiver

For no mere mortal can resist

The evil... of Zoey's killer

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And... that's the reason why I had to get the first two parts out before Halloween. I had a lot of fun writing it, and hopefully it'll answer one of the biggest questions you guys have. Mal... will definitely be in this fanfiction.

I didn't want to reveal something like that this early, but I just had to reveal it on Halloween so I could parody one of my favorite songs of all time. I won't say anything else about Mal; just expect him in this story soon.

I need some time to plan for Chapter 5: The Collabyrinth, as well as some time to start on a sequel to another fanfiction I'm writing on another site. It's a crossover between Danganronpa and Flipline. I won't post the link here, but if you'd like to start reading it, then by all means, let me know and I'll direct you to the link. (It's in script format, but it has gotten a lot of love in the past year)

Pencil-Lead-Guy Recommendation #4: Thriller by Michael Jackson

Have a wonderful Halloween! Stay fresh.