DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Total Drama Series.

I hear a loud thump that wakes me up out of my sleep. The chef kicks down the cabin door and spills gruel on us with a garbage bag. He snickers to himself and walks away. I'm really starting to get sick of his shenanigans.

"MY EYES!" Scott screams. I'm surprised he's even alive after all the blood he lost to the leeches yesterday. He sits up and bonks his head off of the top bunk. My feet get tangled into my sleeping bag and I fall off the edge of the bed landing face first on the floor. Scott rubs his eyes and walks around the room like a zombie. As I unzip my sleeping bag, Scott trips over and knocks the bunk bed down on top of us.

"You're squishing me." I say trying to push him off.

"Duncan!" Scott yells as he rolls on the floor.

"Duncan is a hamster now, remember?" I ask.

"He's in the fancy hotel and all we get is this dump." Scott complains.

"Stop your whining." I say.

"Dude! My eyes burn. Run and get help." Scott says.

"How could I run and get help if I can't use my legs? I've been in a robot for a year." I ask.

"Just walk on your hands like you always do. I was a robot too you know." He mutters.

"I can't because you're on my arm. This is hopeless. We're all going to die." I say smacking my forehead with my free hand.

"We're not going to die, drama queen." Scott says.

"If only Lightning were here. He'd be able to lift this bed with one finger." I sigh. Suddenly a little tv screen appears in front of us.

"I knew you'd regret kicking off Lightnin. Take that Alebingo. Shabam!" Lightning says appearing on the screen.

"I hate that guy!" Scott says.

"I know. He's so annoying with his constant referring to himself in third person." I say.

"And that stupid shabam catchphrase. I can't believe he won the million last year." He says.

"You're joking… HE won the million dollars? He can't even zip his own pants let alone win a million dollars." I say.

"Maybe we could form an alliance if we get out of here alive. We could be like robot buddies." He says. The getting to Gwen to get to Duncan plan hasn't been working out because of the whole team swap thing. I guess I could settle for the next best thing.

"I like that idea." I say.

"What is taking you two so long? The next challenge is in five minutes." Chris says coming inside the cabin.

"HELP!" Scott screams.

"New beds aren't part of my budget." Chris says completely ignoring us.

"Get us out of here." I say.

Chris and Chef push the bed off of us. I quickly unzip the rest of the sleeping bag. Scott lifts my feet into the air.

"Are you okay, Robot Buddy?" He asks. My hair covers my face as I walk on my hands.

"Don't call me Robot Buddy." I say.

"Ugh. Get a room." Chris says walking through the broken door.

"Who should we kick off if we lose? How about Heather?" He asks.

"No! She's our leader. If we vote her off, then Courtney will take over." I say.

"What's so bad about Courtney?" He asks.

"She's really bossy. Bossier than Jo and Heather combined. We're better off if we vote off Courtney or Gwen because they hate each other." I say.

"I thought you liked Gwen." Scott says.

"No. I'm just trying to get on everyone's good side so they won't vote me off for not being able to walk with my legs. Now that the alliance between Gwen and Duncan is over it doesn't matter." I say.

"We better hurry up and meet with up with the other campers. Let's go." He says.

We meet up with Heather, Courtney, and Gwen. They are standing beside the biggest stack of pancakes I've ever seen in my life. Courtney glares daggers at Gwen. Gwen stares at the ground.

"Where were you guys?" Heather says impatiently.

"Trapped in the cabin waiting to be rescued." I reply.

"Oh my god! Look at those pancakes. I want to eat them." Scott says licking his lips.

"Good. That's the first part of the challenge." Chris says.

"Eating pancakes?" I moan.

"What's the matter? You don't like pancakes. You're such a picky eater." Heather says.

"I like pancakes, but only without syrup. I don't like sticky soggy pancakes." I say.

"Who doesn't eat syrup on their pancakes?" Courtney snaps.

"On your marks… Get set… GO!" Chris shouts waving a crimson flag in the air.

I sink my teeth into the pancakes and chew as quickly as humanly possible. I try to swallow but the hunk of pancake gets lodged in my throat. That's what I get for eating upside down I guess. I cough and gag uncontrollably.

"Be careful, Alejandro. Remember when Bridget ate those chips and did a hand stand and threw up all over the stage in season one?" Sierra asks. "I saw it on tv." I don't answer. I just shove more pancake into my mouth. I'm kind of glad Bridget kissed that pole instead of me. Although I have lost my appetite for the day and I hardly put a dent in the pancakes.

"Alejandro, Courtney is glaring at me again. "Gwen whines with her mouth full. She's such a little tattle tale. I didn't mind as much when she complained to Duncan about it but now it's just irritating. She never fights her own battles. She just hides behind Duncan all the time. Why can't she just tell her off?

"Just ignore her and keep eating. She'll probably stop." I say. Scott wipes syrup off his face with his wrist. A few moments later Gwen starts yapping again.

"That's it! I can't take this anymore. Courtney, I'm sorry. Now would you quit glaring at me?" She says.

"I don't forgive boyfriend kissers." She says sticking her nose in the air like a snob. Courtney was such a pain last year. She would constantly act like a show off every time we had to sing. Everything always had to be her way.

"I tried to be nice, but I've had it with this. Duncan wasn't your boyfriend when I kissed him." She says.

"This happened like a year ago. Get over it." I say.

"Yeah. Shut up and eat the pancakes." Heather says.

"Duncan was mine and you know it." Courtney says.

"Duncan loves me more." Gwen says. I roll my eyes. The Heroic Hamsters are already done eating half their pancakes and we haven't even finished one yet.

"Weren't you the one who was always talking about teamwork?" I ask.

"Guys, stop fighting! We got to work together as a team." Scott says mockingly.

"You're not helping." Heather says.

"I'm the better girlfriend. You'll break his heart like you did to Trent." Courtney says.

"Who the heck is Trent?" I ask.

"Beats me." Scott replies.

"Trent was one of the first competitors. What should we do? If they keep fighting we'll never win." Heather says with her face stuffed with pancakes. She's right. Scott looks like he's about to die of sugar shock at any second. If I eat even one more bite I think my stomach will burst. I'm surprised none of our clothes have split apart at the seams yet. I hope nothing happens to my figure from doing these silly challenges. I feel bad arming my body because my body has never done anything wrong to me. Then again, I am a cartoon so any bodily damage I do is probably temporary.

"You probably were only dating him for his million dollars." Gwen says.

"Take that back." Courtney says throwing a hand full of pancake at Gwen. The Heroic Hamsters have already ate three quarters of the pancakes. Gwen throws some pancake at Courtney's hair.

"Which one do you think we should vote off?" Scott says.

"I wish we could vote both of them off." Heather says.

I walk in between Gwen and Courtney. "Ladies, stop. Don't you remember the good times we had when everyone loved each other and we traveled around the world and everyone would sing in every episode?" I say.

"I don't remember that." Scott says scarfing down the pancakes.

"What ever happened to that?" I ask.

"Sierra blew up the plane." Heather replies.

"Right! Then all her hair burned out. She looked so ugly without her hair." I say. For some reason that seemed to really set Heather off. She whips a giant piece of pancake at me.

"What did I do?" I ask. She doesn't answer. She just stands there and scowls at me. My hair is coated with maple syrup. The smell of it makes me nauseous. I take a bite out of the pancake again. I gag. My body keeps rejecting it. I can't swallow no matter how hard I try. I vomit in the grass. The taste of sugary puke lingers on my tongue. I wonder if Lindsey had the right idea with voting herself off.

"Ew. There's fur on my tongue." Heather says scratching at her tongue.

"From what?" I ask. A raccoon leaps out of the pancakes and digs his claws into my shoulder.

"Did I forget to mention I left little surprises in the pancakes?" Chris asks with a big grin on his face. The raccoon bites on my ear. I grab it by the tail and throw it over to the Heroic Hamster's side.

"What was that?" Scott asks.

"That raccoon poked his fang through my ear lobe." I reply.

"F-f-fang?" Scott stutters baking away from the pancakes.

"Is there something wrong? Is this about that shark again? I assure you that there are no sharks in these pancakes." I say. I think that might be the most random thing I've ever said. Well apparently I was wrong because a giant mutant shark burst through the pancakes.

"FANG!" Scott screams as he runs for his life. Fang chases him away. Now only two of us are eating. We're no match for the six Heroic Hamsters. I come up with a plan. I write Cody's name on the pancake with my finger.

"Hey Sierra. Cody made these for you." I say.

"CODY!" Sierra shrieks diving onto our pancakes and eating them all in one bite.

"Sierra, no!" Camron shouts. We're all getting disqualified. I'm going to get the flush of shame. I don't even care. I just don't want to be near these pancakes for another second. A million dollars would be nice but I was really here to travel around the world again. Instead I'm stuck on this stupid island.

"Vultures win!" Chris says.

"This is bogus. They cheated." Duncan says.

"Their pancakes were eaten before yours." Chris says.

"It's okay. We'll win the other part of the challenge." Camren says.

"How do you know that for sure?" Sam asks.

"Have some confidence. We won twice in a row." Mike says.

"As long as we have each other we'll be okay." Zoey says. Sierra sits up and smiles.

"Nice going, Sierra." Duncan says sarcastically.

"Don't be so hard on her. She didn't mean to make us lose. Winning isn't everything." Zoey says.

"The Vultures get springy shoes to help them in the obstacle course. The first team to make it through the obstacle course wins. " Chris says. Seriously? Springy shoes? That doesn't help me at all.

I high five Scott. I try to do the same to Heather but she high fived my face instead. What's the matter with her? I won the first half of the challenge for our team, didn't I?

The first obstacle is a giant swinging boot. My plan is to army crawl under it once I get close enough to it. It would take too long to crawl the whole way. I hear Sam and Camren panting behind me. Suddenly Sam decided to sack me by the legs for like no reason at all. I guess he thought I needed to be touched by a sweaty fat guy. The boot kicks us but we don't fall into the mud below us. I go past him and on to the spinning logs. At about half way through the logs I threw up again. I wonder why people watch this show for enjoyment. There are a lot of sadistic people in the world.

The final obstacle is up ahead. Three red spheres move up and down. I'm assuming he expects us to jump across. I land on the first one perfectly. Duncan rams into the back of me. "Eat this, Alebozo." He cackles. My arms hold onto the second orb and my feet remain on the first. Then people run across me like a bridge. I hear my back crack. My legs fall and I feel my fingers slipping. Mike turns around and looks at me.

"Need some help?" He asks. Why is he helping me? He probably doesn't think I'm a threat. He grabs my wrists and lifts me up.

"Thanks." I say letting out a small sigh of relief. He takes an obnoxiously big gasp of air.

"Now you die." He says in a deep voice. His hair suddenly goes down over his eyes that stare smugly at me. I could see the darkness of his soul through the gap of his wicked grin. He tightly squeezes my arms and throws me into the mud. Before I could recover, he dives onto me and pushes me under. I cringe. He pounds violently at my chest. I push him off and try to come up for breath.

"Heather!" I scream as I tremble with fear. She turns around looking slightly concerned. She turns away and crosses the finish line. I can't believe Heather would leave me to die. I thought she cared. Mike pounces on me again. I punch him on the cheek. That just makes his menacing laughter grow louder. Mike pushes my head under the mud again. I feel him stomp on my queasy stomach. No matter how much I struggle, he won't stop trying to drown me. My heart beats wildly in my chest. I'm feeling lightheaded from lack of oxygen. I hear a loud splash in the mud. Mike lets me go. I wipe the mud away from my face. Mike takes a deep breath again. Gwen is laying in the mud beside us.

"Courtney! You can't do that. I'm on your team." Gwen yells.

"What happened?" Mike asks as if nothing happened.

"Take my springy shoes. Don't hurt me. Leave me alone." I whimper.

"Relax. I don't want to hurt you." Mike says. I spit out a mouthful of mud.

"You tried to kill me." I shout. He stares at me with a puzzled expression.

"No I didn't." He says trying to help me up. I try to make a break for it, but I can't get up the ladder to get back to the obstacle course. Pretending to be unable to use my legs has to be one of the riskiest plans I've ever came up with. If I used my legs to fight Mike, I might have been able to hold my own. I'm considering coming clean and telling them I could walk just fine. They'll probably kick me off if I do. Maybe I'll just tell them my legs are feeling a little better next time I get a massage.

Sam falls into the mud after trying to jump across the red orbs. I use his stomach as a trampoline to get back on the red spheres. This time I make it across the finish line without much of a struggle. Mike beats Gwen to the finish line, but she still made it before Sam and Camren.

"Vultures win!" Chris says. Scott is the only one on our team that seems happy.

We meet at the campfire for another elimination ceremony.

"Who should go to Boney Island?" Scott asks.

"Maybe we could send Courtney there so that the animals could devour her." I say.

"What if she finds that immunity statue? Maybe I should go instead." He suggests. That means I'll get a room to myself because I'm the only boy. In most circumstances I would enjoy being alone, but now I'm afraid that Mike will try to kill me in my sleep.

"I don't think you should-" I say.

"I'll be fine." He says grabbing his bags.

"Be careful, my friend. The island is surrounded with water infested with sharks." I say trying to trick him into staying.

"Cameron and Sam survived. I could handle it." He says hesitating for a moment.

I highly doubt he will get eliminated tonight. Sierra probably go home for eating our pancakes.

Heather is still giving me the silent treatment. I've never been given the silent treatment before. A girl has never tried to resist me. I feel like I'm the size of an ant. I guess I finally know how Duncan feels. Courtney sneaks dirty looks to Gwen the entire time.

"The following people are safe; Zoey, Camren, Mike, Duncan." Chris pauses. "This is the final marshmallow of the night. It goes to Sierra." Chris says throwing Sierra the final marshmallows. Sam's jaw drops. Who would have though he would be the one to take The Flush of Shame tonight? I heard it was because they thought he should go home and play video games. I guess I don't blame them for getting rid of him. He certainly isn't athletic or intelligent enough to be on this show.

Courtney, Gwen, Heather, and I go inside the hotel. I walk up to Heather.

"If it makes you feel any better, you could have the massages tonight." I say.

"Fine." She says bitterly.

"Can you tell me what I did wrong?" I ask.

"You're a big boy. Figure it out for yourself." She says.

"Can you at least give me a little hint?" I ask.

"Ugh. You're so dense. Sierra. That's your hint." She says.

"Are you mad about me using her to cheat in the challenge?" I ask.

"No. Since when do I care if you manipulate people?" She says.

"I didn't flirt with Sierra." I say.

"I know." She says.

"I don't know. I'm really sorry for whatever I did." I say.

"You better be." She says slamming her bedroom door in my face. I think I lost my ability to seduce women. Maybe it's from being in a robot for a year. Or perhaps it's because I'm covered in mud and syrup. I go to the bathroom to get washed up. Gwen is waiting for me outside.

"Is Heather still blanking you?" She asks.

"Yes." I grumble.

"I know why she's upset. I'll tell you why if you help me vote Courtney off next time we lose." Gwen says.

"Alright. I'll try to vote off Courtney." I say.

"You made fun of Sierra for being bald." Gwen says.

"So what? She makes fun of people all the time." I say.

"Heather was bald." Gwen says. It's official. Everything I know is a lie.

"What?" I blurt out.

"She got her head shaved in a truth or dare challenge on the first season. She's still really sensitive about it." Gwen says.

"THAT is what this is about? How was I supposed to know she was bald?" I ask.

"I don't know. You should leave her alone for a while. She'll get over it eventually." Gwen says. Eventually? How long is eventually. If Heather hasn't gotten over her baldness from three years ago, Courtney will never get over Gwen kissing Duncan. Which is why Courtney has to go. I wish I knew how long a girl could hold a grudge. I wonder if Bridget and Lashawna are still mad at me.

Heather sits on her bed silently. "I know why you're upset." I say. "It's because I made a comment about Sierra's hair falling out. It was uncalled for of me to say such a thing. I was unaware of your situation. It was wrong of me to make fun of people who are bal…You know." I say.

"It's okay." Heather says.

"Don't stop me. I'm on a roll. Some of my hair burned out when was burned by the volcano. I'm sure I didn't suffer as much humiliation as you did because I was in a robot the entire time, but I should have known better than to say something so insensitive. If you are able to forgive me out of the goodness of your heart it would be greatly appreciated." I say.

"I already said it was okay. There was no need for your boring long winded apology." Heather says.

"I just poured my heart out to you and that's what I get in return?" I say.

"What did you expect me to do, leap into your arms and start crying?" Heather asks.

"I guess. I hate admitting when I'm wrong. That took a lot of courage." I reply.

"I was only pretending to be mad at you because I like to see you squirm." She says.

"You were going to let Mike kill me." I say.

"You were fine, you big baby." She says. Never in my life have I suffered this much abuse in one day. Maybe I should try to flatter her. That usually works.

"Well I'm sure you were beautiful even without your hair." I say.

"Don't lie to me, you idiot." Heather snaps.

"Fine. I bet you looked like a naked mole rat when you were bald." I hiss. She turn around and slaps me across the face. "OW! What do you want me to say?" I ask.

"I want you to get out of here. You keep making things worse." She says.

"Goodnight, Heather." I say as I close the door. I'm going to have sleep without my sleeping bag due to the incident that occurred this morning. I hope Scott is okay at Boney Island. I check under my bed for Mike before going to sleep.

Oh god. Somebody is touching my feet again. I feel my boots and socks slide off one by one. I pretend to be asleep. I hear someone giggling. I sit up.

"Heather, what are you doing to my feet?" I ask looking down at my half painted toes.

"Gwen and Courtney were fighting so I couldn't sleep." She replies.

"So you decided to paint my toenails cotton candy pink?" I ask.

"Yeah. Duh." She says putting away her nail polish.

"You might as well do the other foot to make it even." I say.

"I can't believe you still can't feel your legs yet." Heather says,

"Actually when Mike attacked me I started feeling pins in needles in my legs." I say.

"Maybe you should try to walk on your legs again." She says. I slowly put both my feet on the ground. I stand up, wobble my legs, and drop to the floor. "Here. Let me help you." She says standing me back up again. I cling onto the wall for balance.

"You're going to let me fall." I say slowly staggering forward.

"I am not." She says holding my hands.

"They're tingling badly. Maybe I should stop." I say collapsing to the floor.

"You're getting the hang of it. If only you weren't so stiff." She says. I keep moving a few steps then fall on her.

"I'm sorry." I say backing away slowly.

"What? No big novel about why you're sorry?" She asks.

"Not this time. I haven't had time to rehearse one." I say. She pulls me back up off the floor.

"Go lay down. I think I could give you some treatments." She says. I struggle my way back on the bed. That worked out quite nicely. Even though I don't like the way she said the word treatments. She comes back with a big basket. She takes out a seagull feather and tickles the bottom of my feet. I hold in laughter the best I could. I cover my mouth and hide it in a cough.

"Can you feel this?" She asks.

"No." I lie. "What are you doing?" I ask.

"Trying to see if your nerves in your legs could sense tickling. I guess it's not doing any good." She says.

She begins to roll up my pant legs and pour some liquid on my legs. She gently rubs it.

"Can you feel this?" She asks.

"No." I lie. "What is it."

"Some kind of skin oil." She says. I'm sure Heather has never been to medical school but whatever she's doing feels kind of nice. I see her pick up a tiny silver thing. "What is that?" I ask.

"Duncan's lighter." She replies casually.

"A lighter." I mumble peacefully to myself. "A LIGHTER?!" I shout. Before I have time to stop her my legs burst into flames. I quickly smother the flames with a blanket. "That could have burned my skin off and got infected." I yell.

"Did it hurt?" She asks.

"No." I lie.

"Good. Let's continue." She says.

"I'm getting tired. Maybe we could do this later." I say.

"You want to do well in the challenge tomorrow, don't you?" She asks.

"I suppose." I say. No matter what that vixen does I will not fall into temptation and move my legs.

"Let's try some acupuncture." She says taking a hammer and nails out of the basket. I swallow a lump in my throat. She burns the nail with the lighter and hammers them into my flesh. I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from screaming.

"Can you feel that?" She asks.

"No." I whimper.

"How about some physical therapy. We'll start off with bowling." She says dropping Jo's bowling ball on my foot. "How does that feel?" She asks. I wince.

"I can't feel it at all. In fact if I start to pee in my pants let me know because I won't be able to feel it drizzling down my legs." I say.

"Oh, speaking of pee, here's a jellyfish." She says dropping a live jellyfish on my lap.

She begins to sprinkle little green leaves on my legs. "Is that poison ivy?" I ask.

"Yes. Why? Does it itch?"She asks. I breathe in and out heavily. I shake my head no.

"Now you're going to wax my legs?" I ask dryly.

"Yeah. You waxed your face. What's the difference?" She asks innocently.

"Men don't wax their legs." I growl.

"Men don't paint their nails either." She says ripping off the waxing strip. I almost let out a yelp. My eye twitches. I feel myself trembling with rage.

"This is ridiculous." I say standing on my hands.

"You're ridiculous. Now sit down." She says.

"Yes mam." I mumble.

"This won't hurt a bit." She says pouring salt all over my cuts. I feel my eyes tearing up. What is she going to do, eat me?

"Salt. Who knew? I think I feel better now. Thank you so much." I say hoping that would make her stop.

"I still need to run a few more tests." She says. I roll my eyes and moan quietly. She snickers at me.

"It won't be funny when you're paying my hospital bills." I hiss.

"I'll use the million dollars you didn't win last year." Heather says.

"That was cold." I say.

"No, this is." She says pouring a bag of ice on my legs. That makes the stinging sensation even worse. I hate being cold.

"I'm fine. I don't need your treatments. You're not a doctor." I sniffle.

"If you're fine you should be able to cross a bridge of legos with no problem." Heather says. I smirk.

"A bridge of legos? You mean like the children's toys?" I ask.

"Yes. Get crossing." She says pointing at the bridge. Legos aren't dangerous. This should be a piece of cake. I take my first step on the lego bridge and fall to my knees. Not on purpose. Those things are little colorful boxes of pain. Not to mention that she broke half my toes with a bowling ball.

"I'd like to see you cross a bridge of legos." I say bitterly.

"I'm sorry. There's nothing more I could do to help you. I guess that means I'm going to amputate your legs." She says taking an axe out of the basket.

"PLEASE DON'T CUT OFF MY LEGS!" I beg. I am reduced to a sobbing mess. It's not a cute kind of cry either. My eyes get all red and puffy and fountains of snot pour out of my nose. It's like when my mother watches The Notebook minus the mascara.

"Alejandro, I was joking. I wasn't going to cut off your legs. Can't you take a joke? " She says laughing. "Oh my god. Are you crying?" She asks. I nod. "Come over here." She says opening her arms.

"I don't trust you. Put the axe down first." I say feeling my voice crack.

"There. Happy?" She says putting the axe off the floor. I nod again and let her embrace me. I bury my face into her shoulder. I feel her gently rubbing my back. "What's the matter?" She asks.

"You said you were going to cut my legs off." I say losing control of the squeak in my voice.

"I can't understand a word you're saying." She says. "I knew your legs were fine the whole time. I hope you learned your lesson. I wanted to see how long it would take you to run out of the room." She says.

"You're so mean." I say half laughing half blubbering. I probably deserved some of this. "This isn't funny."

"You're such a sissy." She says smiling from ear to ear.

"Thanks." I say sarcastically as I rub my eye.

"Anything for a friend." She says.

"I'm not your friend." I grumble as I scratch my leg.

"You don't like me?" She asks.

"Not one bit." I say. She buries her face into the palms of her hands and sniffles. Nothing makes me more miserable than watching a girl cry. Stupid gentleman code. I wrap my arm around her.

"Heather?" I say trying to see if she is faking it. Her crying becomes louder. "Stop! I'm sorry… I could be your friend… Just… Please, Don't cry anymore…" I babble. Heather uncovers her face. She was laughing the whole time. I'm never going to hear the end of this one. I swear quietly under my breath in Spanish. I wish I could hit her like Lashawna did, but alas I wasn't brought up that way. Chivalry is my only downfall in life.

"Sucker!" She says poking me in the stomach. I'm still sensitive there from the pancakes and Mike stepping on me. My whole body spasms. "That got you to move your legs." She says.

"It did?" I say glancing down at the pile of ice cubes on my legs. "I guess I really can't feel my legs now." I say.

"Serves you right." She says playfully smacking my face. I put my hands over my nose and close my eyes tightly. I rub the blood from my leg underneath my nose.

"Ow! Darn it, Heather that really hurt." I say.

"It did not. I didn't even hit you that hard." Heather argues.

"I think you broke my nose." I say.

"Bull crap." She says pulling my hand away from my face. I grab an ice cube off my leg and put it on my nose. "Oh my god. You're bleeding." She says.

"No I'm not." I say with a smirk.

"You jerk!" She say.

"Can't you take a joke?" I say mockingly. She punches me in the stomach.

"I hate you." She says.

"I hate you too." I say letting my hands ball into fists. We glare at each other for like ten seconds and then Heather randomly kisses me and that escalated to making out. Much to my dismay, she tastes like pancakes. Then again, everything tastes like pancakes to me now. "I got to go. " Heather says in a panic stricken tone. Looking just as shocked as I am, Heather leaves the room. What the heck just happened? Apparently I left the ice on my legs for too long because now I have frost bite. I'm not entirely sure if I should stay in here alone or not. Heather might come back and cut off my legs when I'm asleep. Or worse. Mike could smother me with a pillow. I got to get out of here. I run out of the hotel on my hands without even putting on my boots. Heather probably stuffed them with broken glass. One second she acts like she's totally into me and the next she's trying to murder me. Maybe the Heroic Hamsters will let me stay in their cabins for the night.

I knock on the boy's cabin door with my head. Duncan opens it. He pats his fist into his palm. I forgot he's trying to play for the cameras so that he could get back on the Villainous Vultures. He's acting twice as much a jerk so he could be on the same team as Gwen and Courtney. To make matters worse it's like three o clock in the morning. Duncan likes his sleep. I remember one time Lightning coughed in the middle of the night and he gave him a knuckle sandwich. He picks me up by the shirt collar, punches me in the eye, and pulls out his pocket knife. I flinch. I feel cold sweat run down my shoulders. Since when have I become everyone's chew toy?

"Listen, pretty boy. You stay away from Gwen or I'll really give you something to cry about. Ya hear?" He says. I wonder how many times I'm going to get mauled today.

"I'm not interested in Gwen. I only wanted to get on Gwen's good side so I could form an alliance with you. I can't do that now that we are on different teams. Now I'm in an alliance with Scott and Heather." I say. At least I think Heather would want to be a part of it.

"If you pull any other tricks like today, my foot is going to go up your butt so far it will come out the other end." Duncan says.

"Actually, that would be breaking the laws of physics." Camren says.

"Shut up, dweeb. Nobody cares about you and your stupid geography." Duncan says.

"If you want to be on their team so badly, why don't you make someone on our team do something heroic?" I ask.

"That's not such a bad idea. Why don't you be heroic and I'll act really mean?" He says. Maybe because if I'm a hamster Scott and Heather won't be on my team and I'll be stuck with Mike and Sierra.

"Maybe I could convince Courtney to try to redeem herself since we were planning to vote her off anyway." I reply.

"What are you even doing here?" He asks.

"I was hoping you would let me stay here for the night." I say.

"I know you're up to something. Who in the right minds would want to be in a cabin and not the fancy hotel. You better get your prissy little butt out of here before I punch your face in." Duncan says.

"I don't want to be in a hotel with three crazy ladies." I say.

"Boohoo. What's so bad about that?" Duncan says.

"Look at my feet." I say. He lets go of my ankles and drops me head first on the floor. "You're looking at a poison ivy rash, a third degree burn, and frostbite." I say.

"Dude. You're wearing toenail polish." Duncan chuckles.

"I know." I say scowling at him.

"Hey, guys! Come look at this." He says. Camren and Mike stand beside me. I forgot Mike lives here. They all laugh in unison. I miss back when people used to take me seriously.

"Maybe we should let him stay." Mike says.

"He seems pretty harmless." Camren says.

"I can't trust him as far as I could throw him. He probably is using his little leg problem as a pity party." Duncan says.

"You're no saint either." I say.

"At least I don't sweet talk my way to victory." Duncan says.

"Think about it, Duncan. What girl wants a guy who can't even walk if they could have a strong man like you to protect them? I look like a fool when I flirt upside down. The majority of the girls here have boyfriends who are more than capable of beating me to a pulp. I was utterly useless in the leech ball challenge because I couldn't walk on my hands and fire a gun at the same time. You and I both know that I will be eliminated sooner or later. You clearly have the advantage this time around. The least you could do is let me stay the night." I say.

"Duncan, it's starting to rain. Let him in." Camren says.

"Don't tell me what to do." He says. "Now beat it!" Duncan gives me a hard kick to the rump and slams the door. The rain pours on my face.

I go to the next cabin and knock on the door. I feel the blood rush to my head from being upside down. I lay on the ground until Zoey answers it this time. "May I help you?" She asks.

"I'm exhausted. Please let me in." I say.

"Sure. No problem." She says with a warm smile on her face.

"You do know it was my fault you guys lost the challenge today, right?" I ask.

"Yeah. That doesn't mean I should leave you outside with a black eye in the pouring rain." She says.

"You're not mad?" I ask.

"We'll do better next time. Besides, I shot you in the butt with a leech." She says.

"If it's not too much to ask, do you happen to have any nail polish remover I can borrow?" I ask.

"Sorry. I don't have any. Maybe Sierra does." Zoey says. "Hey Sierra, do you have any nail polish remover?" Zoey asks.

"No." Sierra says with a pout on her face. "What is he doing here? I bet he's trying to get me voted off again."

"He's having a rough night. I thought we should let him stay here." Zoey says.

"Well someone broke my cellphone while I was asleep. Now I can't talk to Cody." She whines.

"What a shame." I say sarcastically.

"I know right. I'm so lonely." She says blowing her nose in a tissue and handing it to me. I immediately drop it on the ground and rub my hands on my pants.

"We could keep you company." Zoey says. Great, now she's dragging me into this. I just want to go to sleep.

"Good idea. I still need some interview questions for my fan page when I go home." Sierra says.

"Alright. Just make it brief." I say.

"First question. How did you go to the bathroom when you were in the robot?" Sierra asks. Zoey bursts out laughing. My face turns red.

"Well…I…uh…You see… Don't you have any less embarrassing questions?" I ask staring at the ground.

"Ew." Zoey says to herself.

"Are you a Gwuncan or a Duncney shipper?" Sierra asks. I wish she'd ask me questions in English.

"Am I a what? I can't drive a boat." I say. They start laughing at me again.

"She means do you think Duncan should date Courtney or Gwen." She says.

"I honestly don't care who he dates. If I remember, correctly he drug them both down a pyramid when we were in Egypt. That is no way to handle a lady." I say.

"What if you had to pick one?" Sierra asks.

"Well Courtney is very demanding and Duncan hates being told what to do. I don't think they'd be able to have a stable relationship. Duncan and Gwen seem to have too much in common. Maybe Gwen should get back with Trent; whoever he is." I say.

"Do you like Coderra shipping?" Sierra asks.

"No. I hate shipping." I say. What the heck is a Coderra? Sierra throws her pillow at me and sobs uncontrollably.

"That was not cool." Zoey says scolding me.

"What?" I ask. Wait a minute… Coderra…Cody…Seirra… Oh no! What have I done?

"But we're soulmates." Cierra cries.

"Wait! I didn't mean that. That just came out wrong. I think you make a nice stalker. I MEAN COUPLE!" I say.

"It's okay Sierra. Let it all out." Zoey says patting her on the back. Sierra opens her mouth and lets out a deafening scream.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know what Coderra meant." I say.

"Leave me alone." She blubbers.

"Now we'll never get to sleep." Zoey says.

"There's got to be a way to get her to stop crying." I say. Now I remember the hypnosis trick my uncle taught me. I wasn't able to use it in a while because I was trapped alone in that robot. I hope I can still do it. It will help me win a few challenges and maybe get Duncan, Mike, and Heather off my back. "Three…Two…One…Slumber." I say snapping my fingers. Sierra plops on the mattress and starts to snore.

"You could brainwash people?" Zoey says.

"Sort of." I reply.

"Maybe you could help Mike with his problem." Zoey says. She knows about Mike? That's great. Now all I have to do is find out how to keep him away from me.

"What's wrong with Mike?" I ask.

"He was born with a multiple personality disorder." Zoey says. I wonder if how many personalities he has and how many of them are dangerous.

"I'm not sure if I'm able to use hypnosis on someone like him." I say.

"Why don't you try to teach me how to hypnotize people?" She asks. That doesn't sound like such a good idea. If she could hypnotize people, she would be invincible. Jo, Lightning, and Scott always called her a damsel in distress, but it seems to me that she is the power house of her team. Zoey caused them to win two challenges in a row. She defeated Jo with a sling shot when Jo was using a gun. Zoey might even be too perfect. I don't think she's even human. She creeps me out when she acts all nice to me. Now that I think about it, I kind of like it when Heather abuses me.

"Sorry. I really don't know how to explain it."I lie.

"That's okay." She says.

"I appreciate you letting me stay here for the night. You saved me a lot of trouble." I say.

"Mike used to save me all the time. Now I'm a bit more independent." She says. Before I could say another word Sierra squeezes me tightly in her sleep.

"Cody. I miss you so much." She mumbles. I push her away. I thought that Camren was the only person she mistakes for Cody. I don't even look like Cody. At least I hope I don't.

"Seirra, you're invading my personal space." I say. She climbs up on my aching lap.

"Gee Cody. Your nose got longer. Have you been telling lies?" She asks as she pinches my nose.

"Zoey… Zoey! Make her stop." I say.

"I can't. Her grip is like an anaconda. Maybe Mike can help." Zoey says.

"I don't think you should wake up Duncan agai-" I say being cut off by Sierra kissing me. Has everyone on this island completely lost their minds? I think each and every person on this island is going to crack one by one. I'll be the next person to go insane.

"You really need a haircut. You're growing facial hair? You must be getting old. You smell like waffles. You know you're not supposed to have junk food. You better not be letting yourself go while I'm gone." She rambles as she climbs on me like a tree. I feel so self-conscious. It feels like it was just yesterday that my ego was the size of this island. Wait, it was just yesterday. If I don't get Sierra off me I won't live to see tomorrow. She's just one more name on the list of people I'm terrified of.

"Three…Two…One… And you're back." I say. Sierra wakes up out of her trance.

"I think I might have dozed off." She says standing up.

"I'm going to go back before something else bad happens. See you tomorrow." I say standing on my hands and stumbling away. I'm sure Heather is already asleep. If anyone attacks me while I'm asleep I'll just hypnotize them. I go into the boy's bedroom at the hotel and try to get some rest.