[The following series is a reality show inspired by Total Drama, Survivor, BFDI, and Danganronpa. Numerous of these contestants are based off of those character archetypes]
“Hello, viewers, and welcome to the first episode of the new hit reality show ‘The Dominion Trials.’" A 6’1 with light brown skin, long and straight silver hair that goes past his shoulders, ocean blue eyes, a tailored black suit, a fedora, paired with black dress pants, and polished black dress shoes announces with glee in the middle of a big city. “I am your host, Dominic Steele, a former FBI agent who has turned to a simple life of being a reality show host; eventually there will be sixteen contestants, all sixteen years old.” Dominic introduces himself. “I will be using my CIA technology for a lot of help,” Dominic remarks as he pushes a button on a remote, and it takes a chunk of the sidewalk he is standing on and elevates him.
“The rules are simple: We have 16 contestants. These contestants will be divided into two teams of eight. In each episode, they will compete. The team that loses will have to vote off a member, and we will continue voting off members until we can get to the last contestant. The last contestant will win a grand prize of one million dollars,” Dominic explains as he points to a suitcase.
“The money isn’t actually in this suitcase; it’s digital; everything is digital, now.” Dominic remarks. “After they win this one million dollars, they will have to pay taxes and probably spend that money on drugs,” Dominic jokes. “Now, our contestants are flying to the outer edge of a city on a hot air balloon,” Dominic explains. “Speaking of which, did I forget to mention where this show takes place? I think I forgot to mention where this show takes place. This show is in The City named ‘Goldenhue Glen.' in Finland, nicknamed ‘The Most Utopian Place in the World.' The citizens in this bustling city work a great 9-5 job. Numerous tall buildings, and oncoming traffic,” Dominic elaborates
"Luckily, these kids will be mostly safe, and if they die, their parents did sign a waiver. However, this city does have a recovery building. If you die, you are just brought back to life. While they may not have to worry about death, they still have to worry about being setback in the challenge or being eliminated. The stakes are still there.” Dominic explains as he shrugs his shoulders. Dominic then illustrates where the contestants will go. “The contestants will simply step off their giant hot air balloon that is about the size of a helicopter at the top of this skyscraper. From there they will pick a slip of paper from a hat; that’ll decide their teams, and we will take them to the city,” Dominic continues. “Speaking of contestants, let’s see what those brats are currently up to,” Dominic pushes a button.
[Huge The Hot-Air Balloon]
We see a 6’1 white girl with long platinum blond hair and piercing blue eyes. A stunning black dress with yellow polka dots resembling a bee adorns her incredibly slim waistline, reaching her ankles and matching white sandals chewing gum when suddenly a shorter guy appears next to her. This guy had dark black skin, was around four-foot-eleven, wore a distinctive red and blue checkered suit with red and blue checkered pants, curly gray hair, and even his shoes were red and blue checkered. Despite his short stature, he was easily noticed and simply exuded dominance. His silver hair sharply contrasted with his bright outfit. However, his outfit was bright enough to give someone a headache.
“Want to play a game?” The short boy asks the tall girl.
“I’ll humor you; I have no wifi. What kind of game is it?” The girl asks, sticking her hand out.
“Chess”. The boy takes a board from his left pocket and places it down.
“I don’t play these types of nerd games," the girl rolls her eyes.
“What’s your name?” The boy asks, getting closer to the girl.
"If you must know, pervert. My name is Yvonne.” She introduces herself after slightly dissing him.
“My name is Tobias.” The boy introduces himself with a bow.
“Why would I give a shit?”
“Just trying to meet my competition,” Tobias explains.
"Why are you worried? You’re going to be the first boot, creepy boy; now fuck off. I’m trying to get a phone signal.” Yvonne remarks as she holds her phone out.
Tobias walks away from her“First boot?” Tobias mutters under his breath. “Oh, I think she’s greatly underestimating just how strong I am,” he responds with a slight chuckle and scurries away.
Tobias walks past a girl doing pushups. The girl exercising was 5’9”, had brown skin, long brown hair, sharp brown eyes, a white tank top, black shorts, and blue running shoes. She doesn’t seem to be concerned with looking flashy but is focused on efficiency. The girl is rigorously working out until she is interrupted by a howl. She ignores it and goes back down.
The girl continues to work out even to the point of perspiration. Then another girl spots her; this girl is 4’11, has dark brown skin, a blue bandana with white spots and patterns on it, a long white poet shirt, ripped black jeans that go down to her long black rubber boots, an eyepatch on her left eye, and a hook on her right hand. Her sleeves seem to go over her hands due to her small stature. “Ahoy, Athletic One." The girl, dressed like a pirate, introduces herself as she approaches the girl working out.
“My name is Blair.” The other girl responds, jumping up from her position.
“Ah, me name be Ayaan, a pirate of the treacherous seven seas." The bandana wearer introduces herself with a smug smirk and sticks out her hand; Blair shakes it.
“Why are you shaking my hand?” Blair asks with a skeptical look.
“No reason, scallywag.” Ayaan remarks as she leaves and takes something out of Blair’s pocket without Blair noticing.
“A compass, this be mighty useful," Ayaan mutters. She chuckles as she tosses it in the air and catches it.
“HEY, stop right there.” A 5’8 girl with light-brown skin, a green camouflage outfit, rubber boots, a sash around her that contains numerous badges with a random assortment of items, and cadet blue hair that pokes out of her camouflage hat commands, pointing at Ayaan. Ayaan jumps up in shock.
“What dork convention did ye come from?" Ayaan mocks, turning around to face the military cadet.
“I am Mint, a cadet in the military and a former Girl Scout.” Mint introduces herself with a salute.
“...Aye” Ayaan continues as she shrugs her shoulder. “I saw you steal from that girl.” Mint persecutes as she points to Blair.
“What lass?” Ayaan asks, “The lass over there,” Mint shouts as she continues pointing to Blair.
“If ye consider that brute to be a lass.” Ayaan smugly responds, looking over his shoulder, “She’s more of an ogre.”
“You are going to return what you stole from her,” Mint commands as she invades Ayaan’s space.
“I didn’ pilfer or loot anythin’” Ayaan denies the accusations, moving Mint’s face out of the way.
“I will talk to that fine lady over there, and ask her is she was missing anything” Mint remarks as she walks towards Blair.
“Damn Lubber,” Ayaan mutters.
“Hello, athletic lady,” Mint introduces himself to Blair.
“My name is Blair,” Blair responds with a low growl.
“My apologies,” Mint remarks “That evildoer stole from you.” Mint snitches.
"I’m sorry, did she steal from me?” Blair asks Mint as she slowly stands up and clenches her fist.
”Yes, she’s a thief,” Mint tells Blair “A no good rotten thief,” Mint continues.
“Aye, no needs fer the witch hunt,” Ayaan sighs.
Blair checks her pocket “Where the fuck is my compass?" Blair shouts as she pats her pocket down; she looks at Ayaan. They are both silent, exchanging glances, and then Blair flares her nose and starts chasing after Ayaan. Ayaan runs off. Ayaan dashes past two contestants playing tic-tac-toe while Blair is shouting profanities and slurs at her.
“Joseph still don’t get the rules of this dumbass game.” A 6’3 athletic Hispanic male with well-defined muscles and abs, a jersey that has the color green as the background, a yellow diamond, and a blue globe with the number one in the middle, all a reference to his home country of Brazil, a black jacket tied around his waist, and an armband constricting around his muscular right bicep remarks as he refers to himself in the third person and crosses his arms.
"Well, obviously a neanderthal like you wouldn’t understand this game; you only know about games street rats play, like kick the can. Perhaps it was my mistake for even trying to teach you." A 6’2 pale man with rich dark brown hair, a tailored black blazer over his gray V-neck, dark jeans, classic leather shoes, a stylish watch, and a small silver chain around his neck scoffs.
“Hey, appreciate the fact that Joseph even took time out of Joseph’s day to play this game,” Joseph remarks.
“I don’t have to appreciate half-assers, moron. Either be good at something or fail." The well-dressed man replies, elevating his head.
“Who do you think you are, compared to Joseph?” Joseph asks, slamming his chest like an agitated gorilla.
“If you want an introduction very well, my name is Percival, the son of a European monarchy," Percival responds as he flips his hair back.
“You think you're cool, because of those fancy-ass words,” Joseph threatens, holding his fist up in Percival’s face. “I’ll show you Joseph’s fancy-ass fist.” Joseph threatens.
“Woah, guys, chill.” A 6’0 tan male with deep brown eyes, a shark tooth necklace, a beach-themed graphic tee with fish and ocean waves, blue board shorts with pineapples, a charm bracelet on his left wrist, and he is barefoot tells them.
“Who are you?” Joseph asks, still holding his fist in the air.
“Me? I’m just a guy who likes weed and the ocean." The tan male responds.
“Do you have a name?” Percival asks.
“Call me... Coral." The tan male responds with a slow head nod, Joseph and Percival look in complete confusion.
“What about you, Coral?" Joseph asks.
“What about me? I like the ocean and weed.” Coral introduces himself, repeating what he already said.
“Okay... Coral” Percival responds as he scratches the back of his head with a big pause between the words “okay” and "Coral.”
We then cut to a 5’6 black girl with short and vibrant pink hair, bright hazel eyes, an oversized pink graphic tee with a unicorn on the front, teal stretchy leggings, a purple skirt, and colorful sneakers. She was dressed like it was her first day of kindergarten. “Oh my God, I love your fucking hair." The short girl shouts as she approaches a 5’10 girl with pale skin, long white hair braided with tiny crystal pins, a long sage-colored tunic, a gray ankle-length skirt, and low-heeled boots, meditating. Despite her age, she seemed rather mature.
“Oh, Hello, Euphemia." The meditator remarks.
“How do you know my name?” The pink-haired girl stops in amazement, then asks.
“It’s all over your aura; my name is Beatrix.” The girl introduces herself. “I am a psychic,” the girl boasts.
“My name is Euphemia." Euphemia shouts, hardly containing her excitement.
“Yes, already told you,” Beatrix responds calmly.
“Are you a psychic?” Euphemia asks, tilting her head.
“You could say that; I am very spiritually inclined.” Beatrix continues with a cool heir of superiority “Not to brag, because humility is important.”.
“I love your hair,” Euphemia shouts as she pulls on it.
“It must be your aura that makes you inclined to pull on my hair,” Beatrix responds as she pushes Euphemia off her.
Euphemia takes a step back and with a big gasp. “Is there anyone here whose aura you can’t read?” Euphemia asks, eager.
“Hm, perhaps that boy over there.” Beatrix answers as she nudges her head to Tobias.
“Oh, wow, really?” Euphemia questions “Must mean he’s also a psychic,” Euphemia suggests.
“No, that’s not it. In a way, I could read his aura, but it was too powerful for me to stay; his aura was pure darkness.” Beatrix continues.
“What does that mean?” Euphemia asks, sitting criss-cross applesauce next to Beatrix.
“It means he is under some evil influence.” Beatrix continues as she rubs her chin. “Or worse, he is the evil influence.” Beatrix continues.
“I doubt he’s that bad; I’ll go talk to him." Euphemia remarks as she stands up to walk over to Tobias,
“Come on, Bitch, not that hard, just jump off the hot air balloon,” Tobias commands a girl.
“Wha…What?” The girl responds in absolute shock. The girl was a 6’1 Asian girl with circle glasses, long black hair in a ponytail, dark brown eyes that are very large and expressive, a pastel purple sweater, a knee-length pink skirt, and slip-on flats. She was very modest in her appearance.
“Hi, what is your name?" Euphemia asks, approaching those two with her right hand up.
“M…Me? My name is Yuko." The shy girl responds with a whimper.
“I meant to ask the boy.” Euphemia continues.
“Yeah, you dumb bitch, nobody was talking to you.” Tobias mocks as he punches Yuko’s shoulder, and Yuko recoils in pain “My goodness, you are so fragile.” Tobias mocks.
“Don’t be rude; she’s a sweet girl,” Euphemia responds as she runs to protect Yuko.
“Uh huh, well anyway, my name is Tobias.” Tobias introduces himself, wrapping his curly hair around his finger.
“Yuko, I bet you want to play a game together." Euphemia remarks with a wide smile.
“I’m good,” Yuko responds, clearly nervous and swearing.
“Yeah, she’s talking to me; buzz off." Tobias commands with a roaring voice.
"Oh, okay, have fun," Euphemia responds with a big smile as she walks off, clearly unaware of the situation.
“N…” Yuko tries to say no but just shivers.
"Alright,” Tobias remarks as he knocks his hands together and taking off his sock “Eat my sock,” Tobias orders as he grabs Yuko’s face. Tobias hovers the sock over Yuko’s mouth.
“Leave the fair maiden alone.” A voice can be heard from the distance.
Tobias turns around and sees a male standing there. The male is 5’11, well over three hundred fifty pounds, with a broad build, bright red hair, dark brown hair, a long black trenchcoat, long purple scarf leather pants, fingerless gloves, chains all around him, two leather belts, an eyepatch on his left eye, and a wooden staff. The clothes fight tight around his absurd body weight.
Percival happens to stumble upon this sight. “Who the hell are you?” Percival asks in disgust.
“Why the fuck does he look like that?” Tobias chuckles, looking up at Percival and nudging his shoulder.
“Don’t talk to me, half-pint,” Percival responds, looking down at Tobias.
“I am the Harbinger of Darkness, the Crimson Lord, the One who Knocks; however, you can call me Zion Akamatsu.” The black kid responds as he clenches the sword on his back.
“Uhm, alright,” Tobias responds as he turns back to torment Yuko.
“I saw you harassing that poor lady; leave her alone." Zion commands as he points his sword at Tobias.
“Dude, this is embarrassing; stop it; I can hear your lisp. she’s not going to sleep with you.” Tobias remarks, still dangling the sock over Yuko’s mouth.
“I agree with Zion.” Mint appears to stop Tobias with his hand out.
“ROTC Kid and a fucking Larper. Are you going to preach to me about the power of friendship?" Tobias jokes; Blair runs up and punches Tobias.
“What the…?” Mint almost shouts profanity, but she calms herself as she grabs Tobias.
“I approve of this." Zion responds as he nods his head.
Mint gives Blair a death stare.
“What? He was being weird,” Blair responds as she shrugs her shoulder.
“Ma’am, I am highly against senseless violence,” Mint explains to Blair.
“Aren’t you a Marine?” Blair asks as she crosses her arms “Isn’t that part of the job.”
“No, where did you get that idea?” Mint asks in complete shock.
“Well, you are part of the military; wouldn’t you be violent?” Blair asks.
"Rude and completely stereotypical, I am in the military because I love my country, ‘Cuba’” Mint remarks.
“I am part of the army,” Zion chuckles, trying to be relevant in the conversation.
“Really?” Blair asks, “Aren’t you a bit too heavy?" Blair responds with a snicker.
“Do not mock my weight or else, foolish child, or you will suffer." Zion threatens. “Ha Ha Ha, the army I am part of is Satan's.” Zion explains with a chuckle.
“Wow, man, really badass,” Blair mocks.
We cut to a girl sitting by herself in the corner. She’s 6’1 with a slim yet muscular build, jet-black hair, black eyes, a black tactical shirt, cargo pants, combat boots, and a pendant around her neck. She is just enjoying the silence in her corner. She looks up and sees a boy standing over her. The boy is 6’2, with olive-toned skin, dark, slick-back hair, a strong jawline, a tailored black suit, a silk tie, black leather gloves, and a gold watch looking at her.
“What do you want?” The girl asks.
“I just wondered why you don’t say much, and why you are by yourself." The boy remarks as he sits beside her. The girl scoots backward.
“Ya Scared?” The boy asks, “If you want me to leave, I will.”
“I’m not; I just don’t like humans in general." The girl responds with every word being cold. “Want me to leave?” The boy asks again for clarification.
“I’ll introduce myself; why not?" The girl remarks, “My name is Phoenix,” the girl tells him.
“The name’s Ruggardo." The boy responds.
“Funny name.” Phoenix responds as they shake hands.
“GUYS, GUYS, I SEE THE CITY,” Euphemia shouts. “I SEE THE CITY” Euphemia continues to scream as she points down.
“We heard you the first time." Percival responds as he rolls his eyes.
“I think I damaged a vocal cord” Euphemia mutters, her voice raspy, excessively rubbing her throat.
“We should lower the balloon then,” Blair suggests.
“On it,” Ayaan tells her enthusiastically as she uses the hook on her hand to cut a sandbag.
“Do you even know what you are doing?” Percival asks Ayaan.
“Of course.” Ayaan confidently responds, “It controls the altitude.” Ayaan continues.
“You realize the sandbags don’t make the hot air balloon fly right?” Percival questions.
“It’s this thingy-ma-jig.” Euphemia responds as she starts messing with the burners.
“I have a dastardly good idea,” Zion announces as he jumps up and down on the hot air balloon.
“The hell are you doing?” Percival asks, having trouble balancing.
“Yo, that guy is a genius,” Joseph shouts as he starts jumping up and down with Zion. The hot air balloon lurches and descends rapidly.
“The balloon is leaning, comrades,” Mint shouts.
“This isn’t very stable,” Yvonne yells as she starts hyperventilating.
"Yvonne, take a deep breath,” Beatrix remarks, walking up to her as she puts her hand on Yvonne's shoulder. “You are only stressing yourself out.”
“Fuck your deep breaths; we are going to die,” Yvonne screams in Beatrix’s face.
“All I do is try to help,” Beatrix responds. The balloon leans to its side, starts to fall out of the sky quickly, and crashes onto the building.
A few seconds later, Yvonne slowly opens her eyes and sees the host, Dominic Steele, standing over her. “Well, if it isn't the victims,” Dominic remarks.
“Victims?” Percival asks, still rubbing the back of his head from the fall, “What does that imply?”.
“I mean contestants,” Dominic explains, still being above them from their point of view. “WAIT, I only see 14 of you; I had 16 contestants; where are the other two?” Dominic exclaims.
All of a sudden, a sandbag starts moving. “Hey, look, that sandbag you cut off earlier is moving.
Ayaan” Euphemia informs her as she points to the moving bag.
“I be pretty delighted,” Ayaan remarks as she claps her hands.
“Guys, my senses are telling me something is trapped in the bag, causing it to move,” Beatrix remarks.
“First, you tell me to take deep breaths, then you say this shit. Wow, like, good going, Sherlock." Yvonne sarcastically remarks as she pops her gum.
Dominic unties the bag with caution, and somebody crawls out of it.
"Oh, thank God." The boy gasps. The boy was 5’7, with jet black hair, a sleeveless black tunic tied with a red sash around him, fitted black gloves, black pants, and a black hoodie. He was mostly mono-color.
“You must be Goji." Dominic asks.
“Yes, I am, a ninja straight from Japan." The guy introduces himself.
“Must be a ninja shortage.” Ayaan whispers to Yvonne “If this guy counts.”
“Maybe dweebs are growing up for once,” Yvonne whispers back to Ayaan as she rolls her eyes.
"Perhaps the fake ninjas are realizing the dangers of being one,” Zion states, listening in on Yvonne and Ayaan’s conversation, putting his scarf over his mouth.
“Do you realize the dangers of not bathing?” Yvonne asks in a smug tone, covering her nose.
“So that’s 15; we are still missing someone though.” Dominic tells them.
“Who fucking cares? Start the contest.” Joseph remarks.
“That is not what to do. The teams will be uneven." Mint tells him.
“Joseph is worth two members,” Joseph states as he flexes his muscles in the most exaggerated way possible.
“So is Zion,” Tobias jokes.
Then they start to hear something descending from the sky. A 6’2 robot with a matte, gunmetal gray outer shell, numerous wires across his joints, glowing blue LED eyes, and a smooth, metallic dome for his head.
“What the hell is this?” Dominic asks as he approaches the robot.
“My name is Clint." The robot casually responds.
“Clint?” Dominic growls under his breath.
“I am currently controlling this robot from the comfort of my home," Clint explains as he stays in the air, bragging.
“This is clearly unfair towards the other contestants." Dominic exclaims, holding the rule book in his hand.
“You did accept my audition tape because I am an inventor; you must have known I would invent." Clint responds as he flies next to Dominic, lying down with his hands behind his dead.
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“Oh, real fascinating Nikola Tesla." Dominic mocks Clint.
“Fun fact: did you know Tesla was named after Nikola Tesla? I am hooked up to the internet.” Clint asks.
"No, I didn't,” Dominic sarcastically responds. “Do yourself a favor and stand next to the other 15 contestants,” Dominic commands.
"Yes, sir, confirming orders," Clint states as he approaches the other contestants.
“Stay away from me.” Yvonne tells him, taking a step back.
“Alright, sixteen contestants." Dominic mutters as he counts them.
“So, what do we do now?” Beatrix asks, raising an eyebrow.
“I will split you guys into two teams of eight; the teams will be picked randomly so you don’t get to complain," Dominic explains. Dominic takes something out of his backpack, sets a tophat down on a nearby podium, and fills it with sheets of paper.
“Come up here and grab a sheet of paper. If it says “Team A," you go to the left; if it says "Team B,” you go to the right.” Dominic explains.
“I’ll go first,” Mint grabs a sheet of paper from the bag. “Alright, I got team B” Mint goes over to the right.
Blair shoves Yvonne out of the way, digging her elbow into her. “I call dibs on second,” she yells as she digs into the hat and grabs a note that reads “Team B.” She sees Mint and scowls, trying to put the note back into the hat. “Come on, give me something different." Blair mutters.
“Nope, Blair, you get what you get, and you don’t throw a fit,” Dominic tells her. Blair goes over to stand next to Mint.
"Welcome to the team,” Mint tells her as she extends her arm.
“Yeah, great, I’m stuck with the goody-two-shoes,” Blair groans.
“That’s what you get for pushing me, animal,” Yvonne chuckles as she grabs a slip from the hat. “Oh, would you look at that, Team A?” Yvonne rubs it in. “Looks like I won’t be dealing with you,” Yvonne mocks.
“I’ll smash your preppy face into the ground.” Blair threatens.
“Yeah, okay, monkey.” Yvonne chuckles as she flips her hair.
“Maybe we shouldn’t use words that alienate communities.” Euphemia responds.
“I didn’t see you stand up for me when I was called a larper.” Zion grumbles as he crosses his arms “Women only stick up for each other.”
“I’m sorry; anyway, how could I make it up?" Euphemia asks.
“Join my dangerous Dungeons and Dragons session after this season.” Zion tells her.
“If I remember,” Euphemia tells him.
“Why would you forget the most important event of your life?" Zion tells Euphemia.
“Why would anyone join a game for people who have lisps and stutters?” Joseph asks with an eye roll, “Yeah, real entertaining.”
“We have dastardly drinks for your needs." Zion explains, “Like Doctor Pepper,”
“I would pass on the drinks; I’d wake up playing a different game,” Yvonne mutters.
“Alright, time for me to draw a card,” Zion remarks as he takes a note from the hat. Zion walks over to Blair and Mint.
“Goddamn it, our team is actually fucked,” Blair yells as she buries her head into her arms. Blair falls to the ground and slams her hands against the dirt.
“Stop acting childish; Zion has a great sense of justice,” Mint tells her.
“I think someone should get a note; Yuko should get a note, definitely Yuko.” Tobias remarks as he shoves Yuko to the front.
“Can you leave her alone?” Euphemia asks, getting confrontational.
“Why should I?” Tobias asks with his hands on his hips.
Yuko looks at the hat, slowly reaching her hand inside as she digs, takes out a note, and nervously walks over to Yvonne standing beside her with her hands close to her hips.
“Why are you so awkward?” Yvonne asks with disgust.
“I'm sorry,” Yuko responds.
“You should be,” Yvonne tells her. Yuko lowers her head in shame.
"Beatrix, can we talk in private?” Euphemia asks, pulling on Beatrix’s shoulder.
“I suppose.” Beatrix responds.
“Okay, I want to prove that there is some righteousness in Tobias; we should get on his team,” Euphemia tells her.
“People like him are unredeemable; however, I’ll be willing to help,” Beatrix states with a sigh.
“Hello, Tobias,” Beatrix introduces herself.
“Hello, bigfoot,” Tobias responds with a smug smirk.
“Real juvenile, anyway, I think you should pick next,” Beatrix suggests.
“Alright, and since I am such a gambler, I’m about to make a prediction. I’ll be on that team with the shemale, mindless military drone slave, and fat reject.” Tobias remarks as he refers to Blair, Mint, and Zion, respectively.
Tobias reaches into the hat and pulls out a slip of paper. “Yeah, I figured,” Tobias tells her as he walks to be next to his new team.
“Alright, let Joseph do this," Joseph announces as he shoves people out of the way and digs into the hat, pulling out a slip of paper. “Oh yeah, Team A," Joseph screams as he rushes over, standing next to Yvonne and Yuko “Hell yeah, I got Team A”.
“It’s not a competition,” Yvonne tells him.
“That Yuko girl is stunning,” Clint tells Coral.
“I agree, but not my type,” Coral responds as he shrugs his arms “I like a special kind of girl.”
“I’m going to be on her team,” Clint whispers to Coral. Clint walks up to the tophat, turns on X-ray vision, and selects a slip with “Team A” written on it. Clint goes towards Yuko, standing right next to her.
“You look mighty dashing,” Clint responds. “Um, I suppose,” Yuko responds in discomfort.
“My senses tell me if you grab a slip, it’ll be the same team as Tobias's,” Beatrix tells Euphemia.
“Hell yeah!” Euphemia shouts as she runs towards the tophat, grabs a slip, and reads it "Team B,” Euphemia announces as she runs over. Euphemia runs so fast that dust flies into the air and lands on Mint’s uniform.
“Ma’am, I would strongly advise you to stop running everywhere and watch where you are going. It is seriously reckless." Mint orders as she tries to dust off her uniform.
Euphemia just stares at Mint. “Are you done?” Euphemia asks a bit delayed “ecturing me.”
“Yes, I am done.” Mint responds.
“Well, I will NOT stop running because it’s too FUN,” Euphemia shouts in Mint’s face.
“I suppose I will also reach for the hat,” Beatrix states as she grabs a slip out of the hat.
“Looks like we are on the same team, Euphemia." Beatrix announces.
“Hell yeah!” Euphemia shouts as she runs towards the psychic, only to slip on the scrap metal, bounce on the ground, and slam her head against a concrete barrier.
“Are you done running?” Blair asks.
“Great on a team with Bigfoot and Shemale; wow, talk about feminism." Tobias chuckles.
Blair picks him up and throws him against Euphemia. Tobias lands on Euphemia. “You’re sitting on my lap,” Euphemia responds.
“I’ll get up,” Tobias remarks as he tries to get up.
Euphemia grabs Tobias and forces him to stay on her lap. “No, you won't,” Euphemia responds, holding him close.
“It seems like Ayaan, Coral, Goji, Percival, Phoenix, and Ruggardo are the ones who haven’t grabbed a slip.” Dominic announces.
“I didn’t see you grab a slip,” Goji accuses Dominic.
“That’s because he is the host, you high school dropout,” Percival responds.
“He’s the host,” Goji remarks in shock as he bows down to Dominic. "How did you know I dropped out of high school?"
“It’s written all over you," Percival remarks.
"Yeah, you give high school dropout vibes,” Beatrix answers.
“Cease ye blabbering, landlubbers,” Ayaan demands as she grabs a slip of paper and sees “Team A.” written on it. Ayaan walks over to Yvonne.
"Perfect,” Yvonne mutters.
“I got next,” Goji shouts as he runs to get the slips of paper, but he slides on the scrap metal, goes down a skyscraper, and knocks the hat over. The remaining sheets fly into the air, landing in the contestant's hands.
“I got Team A," Goji shouts as he trips on the side of the tower. Goji slams directly onto the hard concrete sidewalk.
“Lovely, I’m also on Team A; I got Goji on my team," Percival mutters in disgust, reading the slip he got from the sky.
“We are on the same team,” Phoenix tells Ruggardo.
“That’s what I’m talking about, Missy," Ruggardo remarks, him and Phoenix high-five, and walks over to the rest of Team B with Phoenix.
Coral reads his last slip of paper and sees the words “Team A.”, "Alright, sweet,” Coral responds as he shoves the paper in his pocket and walks towards his team.
“There we have it, folks. These are the teams in alphabetical order; Team A will consist of Ayaan, Clint, Coral, Goji, Joseph, Percival, Yuko, and Yvonne. Their team name will be ‘The Pathetic Pals.’" Dominic announces their teams. “The next team, Team B, will consist of Beatrix, Blair, Euphemia, Mint, Phoenix, Ruggardo, Tobias, and Zion. Their team name will be ‘The Bumbling Buddies.’” Dominic explains their team.
“Now we can get to our first challenge," Dominic tells them.
“Which is?” Joseph asks.
“There is a hotel titled ‘Dreamtel’ Whichever team can get all their members down this skyscraper and go up that hotel will win the challenge,” Dominic explains.
“Can we get a map?” Yvonne asks.
“Would you like a tour guide too?”
“W…Would be nice." Yuko remarks.
"Well, you won't." Dominic screams in Yuko’s face with a megaphone.
“The challenge starts now," Dominic announces as he steps into a helicopter and flies off.
Everyone immediately starts bulldozing each other to get to the elevator.
Yvonne trips Mint, “Hey, no fair,” Mint tells her.
“Try to get me, cadet,” Yvonne mocks as she enters the elevator with other people and immediately closes it.
They are all pushing, shoving, horseplaying, and everything else to get inside. Excluding Percival, who stayed behind them reading his book. Percival watches Clint’s robot body get tossed over him. “Who the hell threw him?” Percival asks.
Eventually, only eight people get inside the elevator: Yvonne, Coral, Ayaan, Blair, Joseph, Phoenix, Ruggardo, and Joseph. They all close the door and start to descend. “Fuck, Phoenix and Ruggardo, we need to be quick; Goji already has a headstart.” Blair tells them.
“A fall from that height would have killed him, right?” Ruggardo tells them.
"Probably, but humans survive horrible things.” Phoenix remarks.
Goji crawls out of a building titled ‘Recovery Center’, “Alright, why am I down here? What do I even do?” Goji asks himself as he stamps his feet. Dominic is seen leaving a coffee store. “Hey, you’re the host, right?” Goji asks.
“What do you need? trying to go on break." Dominic asks, lowering his ice cream, clearly annoyed.
“What do I do?” Goji asks.
“Get to the Dreamtel hotel, as I stated earlier,” Dominic remarks.
“I couldn’t hear you, man; I fell,” Goji responds.
“Stop being a klutz then,” Dominic tells him as he walks off, sipping his coffee.
Goji then hears an elevator ding behind him; he turns around and sees some contestants running out.
“Joseph got this,” Joseph shouts as he turns around to rip open the elevator doors.
“Why would you rip it open? We have other team members you numbskull,” Yvonne tells him as she hits the back of his head.
“Oh, me Davy Jones.” Ayaan responds as she facepalms.
“Oh damn it, didn’t think of that. I don’t waste my time thinking.” Joseph explains.
“I’m leaving them, Phoenix and Ruggardo; we need to get to that hotel,” Blair tells them.
“Do you know where it is?” Ruggardo asks.
“Nope, but I have a pair of binoculars to help,” Blair tells her team as she reaches into her pockets.
“Where did they go?” Blair asks.
“Lookin’ fer these, Landlubber?” Ayaan asks as she tosses a pair of binoculars back and forth in her hands.
“Give us those," Blair demands.
“No way, you’d know where it is too,” Yvonne tells them.
“Doesn’t matter where you go; I’ll just chase after you.” Phoenix responds.
“Oh, aren’t ye brighter than ye appear?” Ayaan tells them.
“Goji, Coral, and Joseph get over here,” Yvonne demands. Coral, Joseph, and Goji all line up.
“Yo, what’s up, Blondie?" Coral asks.
“Go in that direction,” Yvonne commands as she points away to her right.
“Aye, Aye, Mistress” Coral tells her as he walks off.
“Joseph would never listen to a woman.” Joseph disregards their idea.
“Of course, you’d rather just break elevators,” Yvonne tells him.
“Note taken,” Joseph tells them as he follows Goji and Coral.
“Good luck figuring out which way is the right way." Yvonne chuckles as she runs off in the opposite direction, and Ayaan follows her.
“That bitch, I will strangle her.” Blair shouts furiously.
“I am certain that the boys are going in the right direction,” Phoenix tells her.
"Oh, what makes you so certain?” Blair tells her to put pressure on Phoenix.
“Chances are Ayaan and Yvonne want us to follow them so they can lose us and they can turn around and go back here.” Phoenix explains.
“Alright, fine, I’ll follow the boys." Ruggardo puts the responsibility on himself.
“Ayaan stole my shit; I’m dealing with her." Blair assigns herself a job.
“Don’t let your anger cloud your judgment,” Ruggardo tells her.
“Hah, fuck you, she has stolen from me twice,” Blair tells him as she runs after Ayaan. Phoenix and Ruggardo shrug their shoulders and go after the boys.
[The Roof]
“They broke the elevator." Euphemia whines as she stamps her feet.
“Perhaps it is a time for everyone to meditate,” Beatrix tells them.
"Yeah, we can manifest our way to the hotel,” Percival remarks.
“Don’t give us that; nobody even saw you run towards the elevator,” Mint tells him to his face.
"Because I’m not a knuckle-dragging moron who solves their problem through physical activities, a waste of time,” Percival tells them, pushing Mint out of the way.
“You are going to be fat and unhealthy, though,” Mint tells him.
“I’m rich; if I get fat, I’ll just get liposuction," Percival responds.
“If you are so rich, why are you competing?” Mint questions his legitimacy.
“If you are so poor, why are you?" Percival answers her question as he gets personal.
"Yuko, hop on; I spotted the hotel,” Clint tells Yuko, interrupting Percival.
“Um… fine.” Yuko agrees as she grabs Clint’s leg.
“Let me come along," Percival tells him as he tries to grab on, but Clint kicks him off.
“Do you mind? This is for my girlfriend.” Clint responds as he grabs Yuko by the waist and begins to levitate.
“Wait, I’m your wha-” Yuko is complete shock by what Clint told them, but he accelerates and she lets out a ghastly scream.
“I AM YOUR TEAM MEMBER," Percival shouts, but it’s too late; Clint has already left.
"Wow, Tragic,” Tobias mocks as he gets close to the edge of the building, climbing onto the gate.
“Are you tempting fate?” Zion asks.
“Don’t do it, Tobias,” Euphemia screams.
“I control fate." Tobias answers Zion’s question as he jumps off the building. “I am lucky,” Tobias shouts in the air. He turns his head and sees a hang-glider approaching him. Tobias vanishes in an instant.
“What the heck is that guy’s issue?” Mint asks as he looks down the roof.
“It’s simply his aura.” Beatrix answers.
“How are we going to get down?” Percival asks with contempt.
“Guys, there is a fire escape ladder down here,” Euphemia tells her team. Everybody runs over to see Euphemia go down the ladder.
Mint, Zion, and Beatrix follow Euphemia. “Wait, isn’t Percival on the other team?” Euphemia asks.
“Yeah, he is.” Mint answers.
“Give me a moment.” Euphemia tells them. Euphemia climbs back up the ladder.
“What are you doing?” Percival asks as he sees Euphemia on the roof.
"Winning,” Euphemia responds as she rips Percival’s tie off and ties his legs together so he can’t walk off.
“This is foolishness; you can’t possibly do this." Percival shouts in protest. Euphemia takes off her sock and shoves it in his mouth.
“Learn this one from Tobias,” Euphemia announces. Euphemia goes back down the ladder. “Alright, let’s go,” Euphemia tells her team as they start to follow the cloud of smoke Clint gave off.
“What were you doing?” Mint asks.
"Nothing; that would go against your morals,” Euphemia tells him.
[Meanwhile]
Clint is seen flying down onto the hotel with Yuko in his arms.
“You two made it here quick." Dominic remarks.
“I traveled at the speed of a Jabbatha.” Clint tells him.
“Can you get Percival?" Yuko suggests.
“You’ve seen Star Wars?” Clint tells her.
"Y…Yes,” Yuko responds.
“Name five characters.”
“I… I lied.”
“You two-faced bitch,” Clint shouts as he proceeds to raise his hand.
“I just didn’t want to get into a confrontation,” Yuko tells him, flinching.
“My fault for thinking a woman would like Star Wars," Clint shouts as he clenches his fist.
“Goodness, man, calm down, not that serious." Dominic tells him.
“Anyway, I guess I’ll get Percival. Since you love him so much because he makes six figures,” Clint groans.
“I didn’t say that,” Yuko whimpers.
Clint goes to fly but instantly crashes back onto the roof.
"Clint... Clint, are you okay?” Yuko asks as she flips him over and sees the words “no battery” across his screen.
“It’s a beautiful day outside. If only he were solar-powered, now he’s just junk.” Dominic responds as he kicks Clint’s mangled body.
[Ayaan and Yvonne]
Ayaan and Yvonne are completely away from them. “When be we turnin' around to' get to' the inn?” Ayaan asks with a puzzled expression.
“When we are far enough. Anyway, I’d like to make a deal with you,” Yvonne tells her, stopping in her tracks.
“I’m willing to haggle,” Ayaan tells her with piqued interest.
“An alliance,” Yvonne offers.
“A fellow swashbuckler would be beneficial,” Ayaan murmurs.
“Of course, only nice people win these games, and I refuse to change who I am, but I also refuse to lose." Yvonne explains.
“Well, isn’t that quite the conundrum?" Ayaan remarks. “I am aboard with this Matey," Ayaan shouts as she spits into her hand and sticks it out.
“I’m not doing that,” Yvonne replies in disgust.
“Just spit in ye hand and shake it,” Ayaan commands.
“I’m going to get you bitches,” Blair shouts from a distance as she is quickly closing the gap.
“Oh, what the hell?” Yvonne shouts in shock as Blair sprints dead at her.
"Avast,” Ayaan commands Blair, but Blair keeps going for her.
“Let’s get to the hotel,” Yvonne shouts as she grips Ayaan’s shoulders.
"Aye,” Ayaan follows orders, and they both run off. Blair picks up a trashcan and throws it at Ayaan. The trash can hits the back of Ayaan’s head.
Ayaan falls, and Yvonne runs off, abandoning her.
“Some matey you are.” Ayaan shouts as she tries to pull herself up.
Blair slowly approaches Ayaan with her hand balled into a fist, grabs Ayaan’s collar, lifts her, stares her in the face, and yells. “Stop stealing from me, half-pint," Blair commands as she sprays spit in her face.
“All you did was waste ye time; by the time it’s sundown, my team will be there,” Ayaan responds as she spits onto the ground.
“I’m faster than you," Blair reminds her.
“I know the way." Ayaan responds with a smug smirk.
“I’ll get my binoculars,” Blair responds.
“I threw them into a burning trashcan that a homeless man owned.” Ayaan rebuts.
Yvonne, still running away from Blair, sees a parked car on the side of the road. Yvonne rushes to get inside of it. “Drive me to the Dreamtel hotel.” Yvonne commands as she slams the car door behind her, “Say please.” The driver responds as he readjusts his rearview mirror. “You serious?” Yvonne asks. “More than serious, say please." The driver continues.“Please take me to the Dreamtel hotel." Yvonne mutters. “Good girl,” the driver responds as he scratches his disheveled chin. The man puts his foot on the pedal, and they are immediately driving to the hotel.
[Euphemia, Mint, Beatrix, and Zion]
“How will we get to the hotel?” Euphemia asks, looking down.
“We follow the north star,” Mint tells them.
“We might as well just be lost with that idea; I suggest we talk to one of these earthlings about where their place of slumber lies,” Zion suggests with a chuckle.
“What?” Euphemia asks.
“He is referring to asking one of these civilians.” Beatrix explains as she goes up to a random guy.
“Do you know where the Dreamtel hotel is?” Beatrix asks.
“It’s down there.” The man answers, pointing to his right.
“Thank you,” Beatrix answers as she bows.
“Could you do me a favor?” The man asks.
“Of course, kind soul.”
“Could you buy my mixtape?” The man asks.
“I have no money on me,” Beatrix answers as she sticks out his hand.
“I did something for you, and you won’t even buy my shit?” The man asks.
“I feel your aura rising in aggression,” Beatrix tells him.
“It’s the modern era; upload your sounds on Soundly.” Euphemia suggests.
“Do I look like I want to use mainstream ways of uploading my music, whore?" The man shouts.
“I’m sorry,” Euphemia replies as she cowers.
“That is no way to talk to our teammate." Mint stands up for Euphemia.
“Tell that tall girl with the chicken legs to pay up,” the man replies as he presses his finger against Mint’s forehead.
“Foul Beast, if it is coins you desire, let me satisfy you," Zion responds as he digs into his pocket and pulls out three Remy-R-Roast coins.
“These are arcade tokens." The man complains as he throws them down a sewer drain.
“The only true currency,” Zion responds.
“You know what." Mint remarks as she digs into her pocket and gives the man five dollars.
“Here is my mixtape,” the man tells them as he drops it into their hands.
"Man, fuck this guy,” Euphemia mutters.
Everybody is leaving when Beatrix takes off his hoodie and rips a strand of hair off of him. “I will be making a voodoo doll of you later,” Beatrix threatens. Beatrix catches up with the rest of her group.
“That was a demonstrable waste of time,” Mint mutters, scratching the back of her head.
"Well, we can progress with little to no distrac-” Beatrix holds her finger up only to get interrupted by Euphemia, pushing Beatrix out of the way.
“CANDY STORE,” Euphemia shouts as she bolts in there with nobody stopping her.
“We might as well get something,” Mint remarks, following her inside.
“I thought you didn’t have money." Mint asks.
“I don’t,” Euphemia agrees as she downs a box of candy. “I don’t need to pay,” Euphemia responds.
“Euphemia, you should still do the right thing and pay for it,” Beatrix tells her.
“We are celebrities, now, stealing is normal." Euphemia replies, downing another box of candy.
“The show isn’t even out yet, and no matter what level of fame, stealing is immoral,” Mint scolds Euphemia.
“Wait, what?” Euphemia responds as candy drops out of her mouth.
“Yeah, you are just stealing.” Beatrix remarks.
“I refuse to get sent to the slammer for stealing candy again,” Euphemia shouts as she shoves as much candy into her pockets and runs off.
Mint and Beatrix just look at each other and go towards Zion “How honorable, A candy katana,” Zion remarks as he takes it off the shelf. Zion spins the blade around and decides to approach the front desk.
“How much for this katana?” Zion asks.
"One hundred." The clerk tells him.
“... I will be on the quest to acquire more money,” Zion remarks as he sets it back and leaves the store. Mint, Zion, and Beatrix leave the store.
“Was waiting for you guys,” Euphemia tells them.
"Well, unlike you, I’m not a thieving heathen." Zion challenges.
“Guys, look, a museum on American history.” Mint shouts as he grabs them.
“Boring” Euphemia responds, looking off to the side.
“You clearly do not understand the importance of this." Mint shouts as he drags Euphemia and Beatrix into the museum, and Zion follows him.
[Goji, Coral, and Joseph]
“Yo, dude, isn’t this the hotel?” Coral asks, pointing upwards.
“Joseph don’t know; Joseph can’t read." Joseph responds.
“It appears like it," Goji remarks when he sees a shiny ring roll down the sidewalk. “You guys should go complete the challenge; I want that ring," Goji commands as he starts running and slides against a piece of trash, slamming into a fire hydrant.
“Alright” Coral obeys his orders and enters the hotel with Joseph; they take the elevator and go to the top of the building.
“Coral and Joseph are safe." Dominic announces.
“That’s what’s up,” Coral remarks as he high-fives Joseph. Ruggardo and Phoenix quickly follow after them.
“You two are also safe,” Dominic tells them.
“Weren’t we supposed to lead them away?” Coral asks, “Who cares?” Joseph responds.
“Such a spacious roof,” Phoenix tells Ruggardo. “Yeah, very fascinating.” Ruggardo follows up.
[Blair and Ayaan]
Blair is seen carrying Ayaan over her shoulder. “Put me down, or walk the plank." Ayaan struggles as she slams her hands against Blair’s back.
“Nope, you are my guide,” Blair responds as she struts down the street, confidentially.
"Never,” Ayaan remarks.
“It’s in your best interest; if we stall long enough, you will be the last person on the hotel roof, and surely you’ll be eliminated,” Blair explains.
“Clever Lass,” Ayaan responds, “Ahoy, I shall lead the way." Ayaan commands.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” Blair responds. They see a door in the distance open up. Mint, Euphemia, Zion, and Beatrix are seen leaving the museum.
“Wasn’t that interesting?” Mint asks.
"No, it wasn't; I fell asleep,” Euphemia shouts.
“Perhaps it was the sugar crash." Beatrix reasons.
“Ugh, whatever,” Euphemia shouts as she grips her hair.
“There is the rest of my team." Blair shouts as she runs towards them with Ayaan.
“Hey guys!” Blair shouts.
"Ohhhh... Goodie,” Mint grumbles.
“I don’t like you guys either; I really don't.” Blair tells them.
“Then why did you come over here?” Mint tells her.
“Get lost, please,” Euphemia responds with a big grin.
“She just wants validation, can’t you tell?" Beatrix responds.
“I’m sorry, what?” Blair responds sharply turning her head to face Beatrix.
“I am a psychic; I can tell all you want is validation from your peers,” Beatrix explains, placing her hand up to Blair’s heart.
Blair holds her fist up “Get your vampire hands off of me,” Blair commands.
“Even if you punch me, it proves you want my validation, or at least to prove yourself in one way or another,” Beatrix continues.
Blair punches Beatrix across the face. “What on God’s green earth, what is your problem? You just punch people." Mint shouts.
“Sorry, I just got mad.” Blair responds with her hands out.
“You fool, you shall perish." Zion shouts as he runs towards Blair, only for Blair to poke his eyes.
“You just won’t stop with your carnage." Mint shouts.
"Look, don’t tell me you like that fat sack of shit,” Blair shouts. Zion is seen kicking on the ground, covering his eyes
“You bitch! You’re just jealous; we are all friends.” Euphemia shouts.
“Why don’t you guys like me?” Blair asks in a loud tone.
“It may have to do with the fact that you punched me." Beatrix responds as she stands up.
“Did ye needs ye crystal ball fer dat one?” Ayaan shouts as she runs off.
“Good going; the opposing team is getting away.” Blair screams at Euphemia.
“You can’t BLAME ME FOR THAT." Euphemia screams even louder in Blair’s ear.
Blair flinches from the screaming.
"Look, how about we just go get her?" Mint suggests.
“Then we can tie her up like Percival on the roof.” Euphemia continues Mint’s train of thought.
“You did what to Percival?” Mint asks in abject shock.
“I tied him up and left him on the roof, so we win no matter what." Euphemia explains.
“That’s unethical,” Mint responds.
“It’s called winning, good-going Euphemia up top,” Blair says as she holds her hand up.
“Don’t high-five me; just kiss me, Pookie Bear." Euphemia remarks.
“We don’t have time for this.” Mint shouts as she pulls on her face.
“What’s wrong?” Zion asks, putting his arm over her shoulder.
“She’s having her morality questioned.” Beatrix responds.
“I’m going back for Percival,” Mint shouts as she runs back. Everybody stands around.
“Are you going to kiss me?” Euphemia asks.
“Um, no?” Blair asks.
“Lame.”
“I’m assisting Mint.” Zion offers as he leaves the others behind.
“We didn’t need you anyway, fatass,” Blair shouts as Zion walks off.
“Let’s get to that hotel." Euphemia commands as Blair and Beatrix follow her.
“I refuse to be the reason our team will be up for elimination." Blair shouts.
“Why because you know you’ll be eliminated?” Beatrix responds.
“You need to stop being psychic,” Blair tells her.
"Oh, it was just common knowledge,” Beatrix replies.
[Yvonne]
Yvonne steps out of the car and spots Ayaan running up.
“Hey,” Yvonne shouts as she rolls across the concrete.
“Ahoy, Matey,” Ayaan responds as she aggressively waves her hand.
“Is Blair still after you?” Yvonne asks.
“I will send that harlot to the looney bin. I’m running from that lass, sugar girl, and the fortune teller.” Ayaan responds.
“I never understand what you are saying, but you’re awesome." Yvonne remarks as she fistbumps Ayaan.
“Let’s get to the deck." Ayaan tells Yvonne as they rush inside the hotel and take the elevator and get to the top of the roof. The elevator door spreads open, and Yvonne and Ayaan jump out.
“Yvonne and Ayaan are safe." Dominic announces.
As soon as they get up. Blair and Euphemia open up the door that leads to the stairs.
“Did you take the stairs?” Yvonne asks,
"Didn't feel like waiting?” Blair responds. Beatrix is seen struggling to crawl up the stairs but appears on the roof with her two other teammates. “Especially when we were trying to beat you,” Blair shouts.
“How did that work out for you” Yvonne smugly responds.
“You three are safe,” Dominic tells them.
“Hell yeah,” Euphemia shouts.
“Fuck yeah,” Blair shouts. Blair and Euphemia jump up to highfive each other.
“If only Mint's 'sense of justice’ wasn’t a thing, she would be safe.” Blair mocks. “I find her sense of morality very admirable,” Beatrix remarks.
“Of course you do,” Blair mutters with an eyeroll.
“Where is Tobias?” Euphemia asks Beatrix.
“He may not be here yet,” Beatrix whispers.
“How will we change him for the better if he’s not here?” Euphemia asks.
“Patience, we can just wait for him to get here,”
“That guy is dangerous, but fine.”
[Goji]
“I almost got the ring.” Goji shouts as he chases after it. "Birds!” Goji exclaims as he sees geese blocking his path. He tries to slide under them, but accidentally hits one of them. They all start attacking him. “No, I need that ring,” Goji grumbles. The geese all kill Goji and rip apart his organs.
[The Recovery Center]
Goji runs out of the building. “Goddamn it,” Goji grumbles as he steps out of it. “I assume it’s impossible to die here,” Goji responds. “I need to run back over there,” Goji shouts as he continues to dash to the geese.
[Mint and Zion]
Mint goes up the ladder and sees Percival struggling on the roof. Mint pulls the sock out of Percival’s off. “Bleh, thank you,” Percival responds.
“It was a simple task,” Zion remarks with a scoff.
“You don’t get a thank you." Percival rebuttals as Mint unties his arms.
“Why not?” Zion asks.
“You didn’t help in any way,” Percival responds with an eye-roll.
“My team is useless anyway.” Percival mutters as he readjusts his sleeves.
“It’s dark outside; we should walk together.” Mint suggests.
“Alright, I’m fine with that," Percival replies. The three of them go down the ladder and walk around the corner.
“Would you like to go to the Museum of American History?” Mint asks.
“We aren’t friends, and I’m not American; I’m Dutch.” Percival responds.
“Ah, tragic; it’s a real novel adventure." Mint continues.
"Look, I am here to win the challenge; it’s bad enough I got tied up by a woman and then freed by one.” Percival responds with his arms crossed.
“We are nearing the hotel.” Mint responds.
An hour passes, and Mint, Zion, and Percival make it to the hotel. They all look up and see the sign. They all walk inside the elevator and come to the roof. “Percival, Mint, and Zion are all safe.” Dominic remarks. Mint passes out on the roof. “We are down to our final two contestants, Tobias or Goji, who will make it here fir-” Dominic gets interrupted by a hang glider crashing into the hotel roof. A cloud of smoke appears, and everybody gets down. Everyone peaks out from the hiding spot and sees the smoke dissipate to reveal Tobias.
"Hey,” Tobias responds with his hands full of clothing bags, candy bags, sunglasses on his face, a new scarf, and numerous other things.
“Where the hell were you?” Blair asks, running up to Tobias.
"Out,” Tobias responds.
“Where did you get all this money?” Euphemia asks as she salivates over his boxes.
“I’m a gambler,” Tobias responds. “Speaking of which, Yuko, I got you something.” Tobias remarks as he hands Yuko a box.
"Oh, really,” Yuko says as she shyly takes the box.
“Of course, it’s my way of apologizing,” Tobias responds as he puts his hand on his chest.
“Um, I don’t trust this,” Yuko continues.
“You should open it,” Euphemia suggests as she gets in Yuko’s face.
“That box is emanating unpleasant energy,” Beatrix tells Yuko.
“We need to have faith in Tobias,” Euphemia responds.
“Uh,” Yuko responds as she opens the box. It triggers a glitter bomb, and it explodes in her face.
“Wow, you look even prettier and really sparkly." Euphemia responds, clapping her hands.
“I got it in my eye." Yuko screams, trying to dig it out.
“Well anyway, Team Bumbling Bodies is safe.” Dominic announces until Goji slams into the building.
"Guys, look at what I found," Goji shouts.
“Where the hell were you?" Yvonne shouts, grabbing Goji’s ear.
“I was getting a ring." Goji responds. “Just be happy I made it here on time." Goji remarks.
"No, you didn't; we are up for elimination, you fucking dumbass,” Yvonne shouts as she slaps Goji across the face.
“Did you at least get the ring?” Coral asks.
“No, it was too hard, but I got this balled-up newspaper with an ad for condoms." Goji responds, lifting the newspaper and pointing to the ad.
“Are we supposed to be impressed?” Yvonne asks.
“Would be nice if you were." Goji responds.
"Silence,” Dominic shouts with a megaphone. "Since your team was up for elimination, we will be going to the elimination zone.” Dominic explains.
“So fucking dumb.” Joseph growls with his arms crossed.
“We would have won if Goji wasn’t so stupid.” Yvonne growls.
“Walk the plank, scallywag.” Ayaan agrees with Yvonne as she shoves Goji.
The contestants all follow Dominic down the stairs, through the doors, and to the local prison, which is about ten minutes away. “Alright, this is how the elimination is going to go; each of you guys will cast a vote in this police station, a vote that nobody else will know, and the eliminated contestant will be taken to the back, no matter how much struggling and fighting they do, and will be thrown behind bars.” Dominic explains, “Any questions?" Dominic asks.
Euphemia raises her hand. “Yes?” Dominic answers.
“Is it vote to save or vote to eliminate?” Euphemia asks.
“You aren’t voting anyway, and it’s obviously a vote to eliminate.” Dominic answers. “Losing team, cast your votes.” Dominic tells them as he passes out a sheet of paper.
“You should vote for Yvonne.” Goji whispers to Ayaan; Ayaan looks at him with an appalled expression.
“You aren’t allowed to talk,” Dominic responds. The contestants stand in line, waiting to cast their votes. Each one of them drops their vote in alphabetical order.
Dominic takes the box when everybody is finished and sets it down on a podium. “I will pull out a name; if I say your name, you are safe. The contestant with the most votes will be eliminated and will cease to compete. If you are safe, you will get this box of candy I got from the shop,” Dominic announces as he bounces it up.
“No fair, we should’ve lost; they get candy,” Euphemia complains.
“Shut up,” Tobias responds, lying across numerous chairs.
“I will call out your name if you are safe." Dominic tells them. “Ayaan, Joseph, Coral, and Yuko are all safe with zero votes.” Dominic informs. He throws each of them some candy.
“I don’t want Gummy Sharks... I’m a marine biologist and vegan. Here you go, Euphemia,” Coral states as he throws them to her.
Euphemia catches the box and rips it open “Clint, despite being incapable of doing anything, is also safe with zero votes." Dominic remarks as he throws a box to Clint’s body on the ground.
"Wait, did Clint even vote?” Ayaan asks.
“Who cares?” Dominic answers.
“The next contestant safe is Percival with 1 votes,” Dominic states, throwing him a box.
“Who the hell voted for me?” Percival asks.
“You are mean.” Yuko responds, trembling.
“I always knew you were a dumb bitch.” Percival sighs.
“We are down to our final two: Yvonne and Goji." Dominic remarks.
"Oh, you are so finished.” Goji remarks. “Uh huh,” Yvonne agrees as she rolls her eyes.
“The first contestant eliminated from The Dominion Challenge is..." Dominic tells them as he slows down his voice. Goji and Yvonne stare at each other, both of them fairly confident they will not be eliminated. Goji cracks his neck, and Yvonne squints her eyes. After what feels like ages, Dominic opens his mouth.
“Goji is eliminated with the four votes.” Dominic informs the team.
“Where is the suspense?” Goji asks.
“Where is your placement in the game?” Dominic responds. Dominic hands Yvonne a box of candy. Yvonne catches a box.
“The votes are rigged. I told Ayaan to vote for Yvonne." Goji shouts.
“Doesn’t mean I did.” Ayaan grumbles.
Dominic takes out a rod, and it scans Goji’s eyes, flashbanging him. Goji passes out onto the ground, and Dominic drags Goji into a cell and closes the door behind him. After closing the door, Dominic uses another machine to wake Goji up. “I bowed down to you,” Goji screams, slamming against the bars.
“Thank God he is eliminated,” Dominic remarks.
“Where will we sleep?” Yvonne asks.
“There are four rooms, two for boys and two for girls. Each room can hold four people in it.” Dominic explains as he hands them the key.
“Yuko, Ayaan, we are on the same team; let’s share a room,” Yvonne tells them.
“Sure thing” Ayaan responds.
“Why not?” Yuko replies.
"Beatrix, let’s be bunkmates." Euphemia shouts, “I wouldn’t want to be bunkmates with anyone else,” Beatrix responds.
“Let’s be bunkmates; we are on the same team,” Ruggardo tells Tobias and Zion.
“Ofcourse, nowhere else to go,” Tobias remarks as he shrugs his shoulders.
Percival and Coral walk up the stairs with their keys as Joseph drags Clint, following them. “We already have our situation sorted,” Percival responds with the rest of his team, following him.
“Mint go over there; I don’t want to be near you or Yvonne.” Blair commands.
"Sure,” Mint agrees as he gets next to Yuko. Blair and Phoenix get together and join Euphemia and Beatrix.
“I’ll join you guys, same team,” Phoenix announces.
“... How long have you been here?” Euphemia asks.
“What do you mean?” Phoenix asks.
“You just aren’t noticeable.” Euphemia continues.
The contestants all walk up the stairs and enter their room for the night.
Dominic is spotted on the roof, staring at the stars “Well, there we have it; one contestant is eliminated. Only 15 more to go, Who will win? Place your bets for the next eliminated contestant in the comment section.” Dominic commands. “That is all. See you next episode on DOMINION TRIALS,” Dominic ends his speech.
[Goji Elimination Tape]
Goji is seen setting up the camera and stepping back. “I am an agile ninja,” Goji shouts as he does a backflip and lands on the back of his head. Goji tries to redeem himself by jumping up; he sets up a cinderblock on two other pieces of cinderblocks and tries to karate chop it, but it bounces back and hits him in the face.
"Alright, give me one last chance,” Goji shouts as he throws a ninja star; it bounces off the wall and hits him in the eye. "AHHHHHH,” Goji screams in pain and agony.
[The End]