(AN: This is it! A year and a half in the making! Thanks so much for sticking with me after all this time!)

Chris: Last time, on a rather…dramatic…episode of Total Drama, our final three had a big truth-or-dare challenge! Cody got the brunt of the dares, while Trent shared his feelings about Eva…although rather unwillingly! Then, Trent took a fall, and got sent to the hospital due to anemia and massive dehydration! Geez, hopefully they won't get on our case about that…but enough about that! We're here! We're clear! Time to get to the awe-inspiring finale of Total…Drama…Island!

*cue the theme song*

Episode 26: The Very Last Episode, Really!

Bridgette sat on her bunk, deep in introspection. The intercom crackled her name every few minutes.

"Jeez, Chef, let me think here…can't go a few moments without some type of interruption, huh?"

Cody was smirking happily. Having won the challenge, he got the first pick.

"Well, looks like…Tyler and Chef…will be returning soon-ish, but we still need Bridgette to pick somebody!" Chris said, before turning and glaring at the cabins.

"C'mon, Bridgett-ett-ett-ett-ett-ett-ett…"

"Oh jeez, the recording of Chef busted now!? UGH!" Chris angrily stomped towards the audio booth.

Cody: I've been standing at the Dock of Shame for the past two hours, waiting for Bridgette to make her stinking decision! Chris got frustrated too, and, well, turned on a recording of Chef. Wonder how he did that…

Chris slammed the tape player when he arrived at the booth. Frustrated, he shut it off.

"Fine, party pooper!" he shouted into the mic. "Guess Cody's going to win by default!"

Bridgette gasped inside the cabin. "What?!"

"You heard me! I'll be outside your cabin, hearing your decision, shortly."

Bridgette pouted for a brief moment. Fine, Chris, I'll play along with your games.

A rap on the door shortly ensued. Bridgette got up to answer.

"Soooooo…who ya pickin?"

Bridgette rolled her eyes before looking at him dead-on.

"Chris, I'm picking Gwen."

"JEESH! FINALLY! Took us two hours to get here. You could've had all the time to yourself afterward, but noooo…"

"Well, you didn't have to be so needless complicated with those intercom messages!"

Chris pulled out his reading glasses and a small card.

"Bridgette, I carry this with me at all times. 'We of Total Drama respect the privacy and needs of our campers. Invasion of privacy will only happen as a last resort.'"

Bridgette immediately slammed the door in his face.

Bridgette: Maybe talking to Gwen will ease my mind a bit. Lord knows that I need to apologize to her pretty profusely for what she's been through…

Cody was waiting at the pier when Chef arrived back with the two former contestants. Honking the horn, he stepped out, holding out his hand for Gwen.

"Aww, thanks, Chef. You really are a gentleman," she said, smirking.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Jock guy, you're on your own."

Tyler was bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"Oh, yeah! Wawanakwa, I'm comin' for—"

WHACK.

Cody winced as Tyler's face caved in through the rotting dock boards.

"Yeah, Codester, you gotta get him out," Chris said, as Tyler gurgled in the water. "Chef and I have some unfinished business."

Cody sighed and looked at Gwen. "She's up there."

Gwen gave a small smile. "Thanks."

Gwen: Being back on the island to help someone who backstabbed me. Great.

Gwen gently knocked on the door.

"Come in. I know it's you."

Gwen peeked past the open door. "Oh, wow, I didn't expect to see you like this. What's up?"

Bridgette patted her bunk. "Sit down. We've got a lot to talk about…"

"C'mon, Tyler, what do you think about this one?"

Cody whipped forward with his chainsaw sword in his teeth, holding up each of his index and middle fingers.

"Ehhh, I dunno. Seems a little overkill if you ask me."

"Aw, come on! I gotta think of the best pose for my dramatic entrance!"

"I'm not the smart one, Codes, maybe you could ask someone else?"

Cody: Ah jeez, maybe bringing Tyler here wasn't such a good idea…I wanted to look cool winning the million with the most useless contestant at my side! …Oh right, and pay for Trent's hospital bills too…wonder how he's doing?

As night fell, Bridgette and Gwen trudged to the mess hall.

"So, let me get this straight. Trent starved himself, and you have reason to believe it's because him and Eva…"

Bridgette mournfully nodded. "She definitely told him something that affected him deeply. I just wish I knew what…that way, maybe I could…I…"

Gwen looked over to see Bridgette sniffling. "Oh jeez, I'm not that good with this sort of stuff…um…"

Bridgette wiped her eyes. "I just…it's just…ugh, this show did some horrible things to some people! Quite a few of the final five are either in therapy or in the hospital, Katie's mentally scarred for life, and Trent…oh, God!"

She and Gwen were greeted with noisemakers and confetti. Chris and Chef were dancing and whooping.

"Oh jeez, really?" Gwen huffed.

"Congrats, final two! You guys win an all-you-can-eat buffet for the next five nights here!"

Bridgette looked over at the buffet table. Mountains of delicious food were stacked high on the groaning table. Her mouth started to water.

"Aaaaaand…it's all high-quality gourmet, courtesy of Chef Hatchet!"

Chef: You get to learn a lot about cookin' in prisons and in the military. I was a master chef years ago! Looks like I haven' lost my touch…

Cody and Tyler were shoveling chicken into their mouths.

"Race to see who finishes this plate of spicy wings first?" Cody said, smirking as he sipped his lemonade.

"Oh, it's on!"

Gwen and Bridgette recoiled in disgust as buffalo sauce splattered everywhere. The two contestants were wolfing it down, further and further, until…

"HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!"

Tyler screamed and dunked his head in the punch bowl. Gulping furiously, he relaxed as bubbles rose to the surface.

"Yeah, that's one thing I won't be drinking from tonight," Gwen muttered.

Gwen: This sucks. It's good that Bridge and I are on better terms now, but…yeah, it still sucks.

Chris smirked as he saw Tyler in the punch bowl.

"Nice going, dude! How-ever, I have a statement in your form that says you're completely terrified of chickens!"

The bubbles in the punch bowl frothed as Tyler screamed again.

Bridgette: *she giggles slightly* Okay, Tyler, that made me chuckle. Thanks, dude!

Bridgette and Gwen took their seats as Cody escorted a shivering Tyler back to theirs.

"So, Bridge, let me get this straight. You're worried about him?"

Bridgette snapped back into reality from her slight daze. "What? Oh, Trent?! Yeah!"

"Why? What did he do to you?"

Bridgette flushed slightly. "Well, he, uh, took the time to talk to me and he listens…actually listens…"

Gwen sighed and shook her head. "Bridge, don't let your feelings for him distract you! You know what happened with your last relationship…"

Bridgette hung her head. "Yeah…but…"

"No buts! Don't set yourself up for failure. Please…don't be like me."

"Wait,are you talking about…"

"I was young when my parents split; 8 years old, to be precise. I didn't understand why dad left per se; it wasn't until I was older when mom told me all about it. For years, I was convinced that it was my fault: I was the weird one in school, I got into fights, I got weird stares from other parents…"

Bridgette looked over at Gwen. Her face was stone cold, her breathing slow and silent.

"I…I didn't know…"

"No one really does, Bridge. It's okay."

Bridgette put a hand on Gwen's shoulder, which she accepted.

"Speaking of feelings, Gwen, I'm…sorry…about what happened in the final six."

Gwen cracked a smirk. "Water under the bridge. Especially with what happened…oh, jeez, was it really that bad?"

Bridgette covered her mouth with her hand, stifling her snorts.

"Oh, Gwen," she murmured, removing her hand, "I think we'll do just fine in the finale."

The two females hugged, their friendship rekindled.

Meanwhile, Tyler asked Cody to take him back to the cabins.

"Uh, dude, you okay?" Cody asked, hesitantly.

"Not with those chickens around…" Tyler said, shivering. "Those things give me the creeps."

"Even when dead?"

"Especially when dead! Look, my dad was a chicken farmer, wrung their necks and cooked them in the oven for us…"

Cody looked confused. "Was?"

"Yeah, about that…uh…one winter's morning, he was going to cook us a fancy Christmas dinner…he went over to the coop…turned the oven on…twenty minutes later, I heard screams and sizzling sounds…"

"Oh, God…"

"I had just finished my piano lesson, trying really hard not to break the keys…I looked over…and there he was…(he sniffed) his head in the oven, with a chicken clucking by his leg."

"That's…that's horrible!"

"Yeah, he tripped over Clucky, my personal favorite chicken…yeah, after that, I lost all interest in piano precision, mom and I moved, and Clucky and the rest got sent to who knows where…"

Cody was now hushed. "And?"

"Well, I switched over to sports."

Tyler looked over at the geek. "Aw, c'mon, don't feel bad for me. I know that I suck at that stuff, better than anyone…but it helps keep my mind off him, and what happened that fateful day…"

Cody looked pained. "I…I see…"

"Yeah, every time a storm happened, I swore I could hear maniacal clucking…I thought it was Clucky, off to claim his next victim…let's face it, Cody, I'm just a coward…a good for nothing coward who can't do anything right…"

Cody looked over at the jock. Tears were streaming thick and fast down his face.

"Oh…oh jeez, that's…does Lindsay know?"

"Yeah, and she's been so sweet to me about it…thankfully, I also got some buds back home, and a really cool step-dad, but still…"

"Hey, c'mon, dude. Do you want to take a walk around the island? It's safe…"

"Yeah, I guess…it's a nice night for it."

As they disappeared into the brush, a pair of eyes receded back into the bushes.

"Yes…yes…you're all so naïve…thank you Cody, and thank you, Trent. My plan will go into action on the day of the final challenge…"

He looked over at Gwen and Bridgette, chatting animatedly.

"Yes…one girl who nearly lost all hope…another who got betrayed by the one closest to her…one boy who gave up in frustration…and another who's utterly useless…"

The glow of what once was Cody's nuclear detection device reflected Justin's dilated pupils, battered and broken face, and bloodstained, yellowed teeth.

"…and lastly, the guy who's going to fuck everything up."

Bridgette awoke early the next morning. Stretching and grabbing a bath towel, she went for an early morning shower.

As she relaxed under the heat, her mind once again wandered to the events of the past week.

I just wish I could've noticed it sooner…could've done something to help…

A rap on the door interrupted her thoughts.

"Hey, Bridge! Hello? It's me!"

Bridgette smiled slightly. "Come in, Gwen."

Gwen entered, make-up bag in tow. "How'd you sleep?"

"Oh, not bad, I guess. Heard some thumps late at night, but regardless…"

"Yeah, that was the two guys. Tyler seemed pretty upset. Not my problem, though."

Bridgette stifled a laugh. "Yeah, what's he going to do? Flop at us?"

She started to apply some shampoo in her hair. Gwen sniffed.

"Hey, Bridge, that smells pretty good! Mind if I borrow some?"

"Yeah, go right ahead! I'm almost out, so might as well finish it off now."

"You're free to use some of my makeup in the meantime!"

Some splashing sounds were heard as Bridgette wrung the shampoo out.

"I'll probably use a little bit of something but au natural is usually how I roll. Besides, I'm a surfer; that stuff's just going to wash right off."

Gwen chuckled. "Right, I'm going to go back and grab my showering stuff. Watch my things, will you?"

"Of course!"

Bridgette smiled as she heard the door close behind her. Rinsing the last of the shampoo out, she reached for the cream rinse.

Gwen had barely walked five steps when she heard an earsplitting shriek. Darting her head back, she saw a shadowy figure jump off of the washroom booth and into the underbrush.

"Cody, are you for real?!" she groaned, running back in.

"Gwen, I saw eyes…and…and…oh GOD, it's disgusting!" Bridgette said, wrapping her body in the shower curtain, gasping.

"I know. I'm going to give Cody a piece…"

"That's just it! It's not Cody! You would've heard or seen him moving around!"

Gwen mused. "You don't think…"

"No, it can't have been Tyler. Guy's all over Lindsay."

"Last I remember; he was kissing this effigy of Lindsay that he got…somehow…"

Bridgette winced. "That's…gross."

"I know, right? Ben told us about the creator at the resort when the package arrived one day. She seems so weird, tells tall tales about her family or something."

"How did the sender know the address?"

"Oh jeez, Bridge, that's another tale that I need to tell you! It's rather sordid…"

Bridgette hesitantly got back in the shower. "Please, tell me. I gotta take my mind off this creepiness for one day."

Gwen leaned against the sink. "Well, after I arrived on Playa des Losers…"

Chris and Chef were huddled over the phone, continuously hitting the speed dial button.

*klik* Hello, you have reached the Big Kahuna…*klik* Hello, you have reached…

"Jeez, enough already!" Chris groaned. "I'm calling the producer back! Maybe he's gotten…"

*Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.*

"Oh, dang! Yes? Hello?" Chris said, hitting the speaker button as fast as he could.

"Yes, hello?" a slightly muffled voice said on the other line. "Who is this? I've been away all week; just got back to find quite a few messages here, some are from you."

"This is Chris McLean speaking, in regards to your son/guardian, Justin."

"Oh, him? Oh, what's wrong? He's such a sweet boy."

"Well, this boy sexually assaulted one of our contestants on this show. He's in big trouble."

"What, really? What are you talking about…?"

Chris looked over at Chef, confused.

"Please don't make me repeat myself, ma'am. He…"

"I heard you the first time. Let me make myself clear. He. Is. A. Teenager. He has needs."

"Yeah, I see that on the forms, but we checked over the footage, and what he said completely contradicts what you're saying right now."

A nervous laugh echoed throughout the room. "Nonsense! Justin's such a sweet boy…we, at the salon, have been treating him with nothing but the utmost respect and love…and…and…"

The line went quiet.

"Ma'am?" Chris asked.

A rapid, heavy breathing grew louder and louder.

"Uh…ma'am?"

"He hurt us…he hurt all of us…he was a lonely 18-year-old on the streets…took him in…raised him…made him beautiful again…and he…he went and…"

Chris swallowed the lump of bile forming in his throat. "How many of you are there?"

"Five…five wonderful girls…all taking care of our models, male and female alike…but he…he was different…he was the envy of everyone, no one…no one would cross his path…he…"

Chris looked over at Chef, who had a pained expression on his face.

"He…he would personally make any naysayer's life a living hell…and one by one…he soon became king…and…"

The heavy breathing stopped, only to be replaced with a cheery tone.

"Well, it's been such a pleasure talking with you, Mr. McLean. Anything else?"

Chris winced. "Well, we're still on the lookout for him, but…nothing. We or one of our producers will let you know if he turns up somewhere."

A shrill laugh erupted from the other line. "Oh, of course, of course, I do hope he comes back to us all safe and sound! We'll be sure to tidy him up and prepare him for another chance at the million!"

"Yeah…uh, thanks. Goodbye."

Chris immediately hit the speed dial button for the producer, who promptly picked up.

"Hello, Chris. I take it you called her?"

"Yeah, it's…not good. Pressing charges will be difficult. We have the evidence, but I don't know how much money Justin's made for their company."

The producer tsked. "Not to mention, having Trent starve on the show due to…negligence…on your parts will set us far back. I'm expecting production cuts next season. Not as many episodes is a first…"

Chris sighed and looked over at Chef. "You alright?"

"Chris, you an' I both know that this agency will never really be the same again…"

Chris sighed. "Yeah. Even if we do find him, like they said, they'll spruce him up best they can for the next seasons."

"How long you think we're gonna last?"

"I dunno. Let's play it safe with this next season…"

Chris rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Yeah, that's not a bad idea…"

"Hello? I'm right here, you know."

Chris and Chef jumped at the producer's voice.

"Oh yeah, that's right, yeah…oops! Sorry about that Mr. Producer, we'll get started with the final challenge in a few days." Chris said, looking more cheerful.

"Yeah, and the good food will keep on comin'." Chef added.

"Good. We'll see the extent of our monetary damage after the season ends. Farewell, gentlemen."

"Take care, sir."

As the days passed, both two-man teams kept more and more to themselves. They ate at their own separate tables, slept as far away from each other as they could, and showered at completely different times of the day.

Gwen yawned on the last night before the challenge. "Gee, Wawanakwa was pretty good to us this week."

"Yeah," Bridgette replied from above. "Shame there wasn't much to do. No friendly surfing competitions, no games, nothing."

"Well," Tyler added from the other side of the room, "I think Chris and Chef wanted to use this last week to make us get to know each other. I'd say it worked." He fistbumped Cody from below.

Cody: Once you get to know him, Tyler really isn't such a bad guy. He taught me how to shoot moose, play Chopin on a really old piano in the mess hall, and cook for myself! He said that his goal is to become more and more like his old man. Nice, huh?

Tyler: Letting my feelings out to Lindsay and Cody, now, that really helped. Got me a great girlfriend and a pretty interesting friendship. I'll help you out until the end, Cody! Yeah!

"So, you think Justin's still out there somewhere?"

Bridgette jerked awake at Gwen whispering in her ear.

"Oh, God, don't scare me like that…"

"Sorry…I just couldn't sleep."

Bridgette looked over at Cody and Tyler snoring. "C'mon, let's go outside, get some air. Smells like dude in here."

The two walked outside. The night was adorned in stars, and a silver crescent moon illuminated the sea.

"So, you're saying he's out there somewhere, right?"

"Yeah," Gwen replied somberly, "we didn't see him at Playa des Losers, even after he 'left'."

Bridgette gulped. "Well, maybe he's…dead?"

"Fat chance, he seems to know what he's doing; he's manipulated you, Leshawna, Trent…"

Bridgette sighed. "Yeah, he's probably been doing it since he was a little kid…fact of the matter is, Gwen, what do we do?"

"Not much we can do. Possibly find him somewhere during the final challenge and rat him out?"

"Maybe…"

Gwen's eyes brightened, but not for long.

"I…well, I was going to say that we could use you in some skimpy clothing as bait, but…no. Not worth it, even if for a few seconds."

Bridgette shuddered. "Yeah, Ben's one of the few to have...had...privilege to see me in a bikini."

Gwen smirked. "Right, speaking of, are you ever going to forgive him? Deep down, behind all that posturing, he seems pretty hurt."

Bridgette sighed. "Great, that's another thing on my mind. Well…maybe I can give him some money. But, only if he's well behaved…"

Gwen smiled. "We'll get back to bed in a few. For now, let's just…stargaze."

As the two silently looked up at the stars, in a nearby cave, a plan three-and-a-half weeks in the making was about to come to fruition.

"Yes…yes…" Justin's eyes were bright with maniacal wonder. He had turned the technology in Trent's bracelets into a rather crude conveyor belt, which his bomb was slowly but surely riding up.

"I'll wait for the big finish…then…boom! Wawanakwa is toast."

He grinned devilishly at Cody's converted nuclear radiation detector, which was now blinking in the very image of his bomb.

"Finally…finally…mother and father were always frightened of me…yes…yes…"

Hazy images flashed through his mind. A puddle of mud splashing into his 12-year-old eyes by a passing car, a young Eva struggling to move, his smiling parents' faces, the screams of mirth as the owner of the Big Kahuna bounced up and down…

"They'll rue the day that they cast their son out on the streets. I hope you're watching."

The next morning was a perfect one: the sun shone brilliantly, the water sparkled and splashed, and a gentle breeze blew. The four campers were up at 9:00.

"Well, it's our last day here," Gwen said, eating a poached egg. "Wonder what crazy crap Chris has planned for us."

Bridgette laughed. "Something dangerous, crazy, and borderline illegal, I bet."

Gwen's face narrowed. "Don't forget what we said last night…"

"I know, I know. Hopefully I won't see either of them today…"

Poor Bridgette was absolutely wrong. When they exited the mess hall, they were greeted with air horns and whoops and hollers from the remaining eliminated contestants:

"Go'o, Gwen!"

"Aw, yeah! Show 'em whatchoo got, girlfriend!"

"Gosh, I have such a wedgie right now!"

Bridgette looked over at the person she wanted to see the least. Ben was staring straight at his phone and blog, face set in a permanent scowl.

She sighed and looked at the course laid out in front of her. Chris was standing in front of the first obstacle.

"So, final two…and helpers…this is your extreme…final…challenge! Split into three parts! The first part, you'll have to shimmy up this greasy flagpole to find a nestful of eggs at the top. Take one without mama seeing you.

"Next, you'll be taking those eggs across this treacherous tightrope. You'll have to carefully cross…and avoid our freshwater sharks…(two sharks splashed up from below)…and place the eggs in this basket.

"Lastly, you'll take these eggs and baskets and run all the way to the finish. There, you'll have to cook them into any style you'd like. Chef'll give you further instructions once you get there."

Tyler gulped. "Please don't tell me that there's going to be…"

"Nope! No chickens, don't worry. Producers really like eggs, though. Weird, huh?"

Cody looked puzzled. "Uh, Chris, what's the point of our helpers?"

"I was just gonna get to that! Your helpers are here to both help you and hinder the others! They could make or break your challenge!"

Bridgette looked over at Ben. He gasped and darted back to behind his phone.

Bridgette: I saw him looking at me. Ugh, he's so pitiful, thinking he can have me back.

"Anyway, I'll let you know when you guys can begin," Chris said, stepping off the track and pulling out an air horn.

The four competitors got ready.

"On your marks…get set…GO!" Chris said, blowing the horn loudly.

Tyler and Bridgette were off in a flash, with Cody and Gwen not far behind.

"C'mon, dude, let me give you a boost," Tyler said, crouching down. Cody sprinted for the jock and was just about to jump on his shoulders, but his strategy was cut short.

Gwen shoved him as hard as she could into the pole. Cody yelped as his head banged hard against the greasy metal.

"That was for touching my butt!" Gwen growled, catching up with Bridgette, who was struggling up. "C'mon, I'll see what I can do."

She boosted Bridgette up with her hands, then knelt down so that her feet braced against her shoulders. "You good?"

"Never better," Bridgette said, searching for a good handhold.

"I'm going to stand up, slowly. That alright?"

"Do it!"

Gwen slowly stood, unperturbed as a few small trickles of grease slithered into her hair and onto her face. "Go for it, Bridge."

Bridgette gripped the pole as hard as she could, planted her feet firmly on the pole, and slowly shimmied up.

Meanwhile, Tyler was supporting a rather dazed and confused Cody.

"Oooh boy, mommy, the rain's gonna be quite nice today…" he murmured, slapping the greasy pole with his hands.

"Aw, man! This bites!" Tyler groaned, swaying as Cody wobbled atop of him.

Cody vigorously shook his head, trying to snap back into focus.

"C'mon, c'mon…" Tyler whispered as Cody's swaying dissipated.

"Gotcha!" Cody said, reaching into his mini toolbox. Grabbing small nubs, he attached them to his fingers. Lastly, he fiddled in his box and grabbed bigger nubs, putting them on the balls of his feet.

"Tyler, I'm going up!"

Cody: Always come prepared, that's my motto! I made these in case I got into some muddy predicaments, but this works too!

Bridgette gasped as Cody rapidly climbed up, scrambling over her hands.

"Oh, no you don't!" she growled, snatching one of his legs. Cody grunted as he tried to shake her off, but it was too late. Bridgette had stepped on his bent legs, then his shoulder, then his head.

"Rude!" he grumbled, as Bridgette grabbed her egg and slid down

"Looks like Bridgette's got the early lead!" Chris said excitedly, as Bridgette high-fived Gwen and bolted towards the next section. "But, looks like Cody's not far behind!"

"Tyler, you gotta distract her somehow!" Cody cried as he slowly but surely slid down.

The jock saluted and ran right towards the duo. Bellowing in rage, he bent his torso down, charging like a rhino straight into Bridgette's back.

The surfer screamed as she fell off the cliff, throwing the egg up into the air. Gwen gasped as she bolted to get it. Tyler groaned from the ground; he had collapsed immediately after he hit Bridgette.

However, another camper was quick to act.

"I've got you, Bridge!" Ben cried, throwing his smartphone at Harold and bolting after her.

Harold grinned at what he saw on screen.

"So, are you seeing anyone?" he asked to numberonecodyfan, who was squawking on the other end.

"LET ME SEE MY CODYKINS!"

Harold yelped and flipped the smartphone over. Chris was not amused.

"Ugh, her again? Easily got a million auditions from her throughout the season. Also, no, Sierra, you're not coming next season!" he grumbled.

Sierra was nonplussed. She was drooling at the sight of her love making his way across the tightrope.

"One day, he will be mine…"

Down below, Bridgette was swimming away as fast as she could from the freshwater sharks. She heard a shout from above and a large figure bellowed right off the cliff.

"Oh, he wouldn't…"

Thankfully, Ben's aim was rather good this time around, for he landed square on top of one of the shark's heads. Groaning in pain, the shark gurgled into the water, but its partner was glaring daggers at Bridgette's savior.

"I got this, Bridge! Go!" Ben shouted as the shark opened its jaws.

Bridgette gulped. Oh, jeez, what do I do?

She gasped as Ben splashed towards the shark's open mouth. "Hey, fish-breath! Take this!"

The shark had Ben in its maw, him struggling against its powerful bite. His hands were trickling with blood, which only seemed to anger the shark further.

"Bridgette! Go! I'll hold him off!"

Bridgette swam for her life. She approached the shore and scrambled back towards the cliff.

Ben groaned as the jaws came closer together; one tooth was perched on top of his head. Grunting as he slipped off his glasses, he shone them straight towards the sun.

"Come on, come on…don't fail me…"

The ray of sunlight danced as Ben struggled to find the shark's eye. He gasped again as the shark's jaws closed even further; he was hunched over, struggling.

Ben closed his eyes and waited for the end.

"CANNONBALL!"

Ben was forcefully expelled as Tyler slammed on top of the other shark's head belly-first, knocking the wind out of him. Gasping and choking as he struggled to stay afloat, he searched for the jock.

"C'mon, dude, don't fail me now…"

With a splash, Tyler resurfaced, spitting out a copious amount of water. "Phew!"

Ben looked tired, but relieved. "Thanks, dude. Let's go back up there and cheer for Bridgette, ey?"

"Can't, gotta help Cody. I would if I could, though!"

Meanwhile, Bridgette was crossing the tightrope slowly, the egg perched in her grasp.

"Oh jeez, he's so far ahead…" she whispered, as she saw Cody put his egg in a very small basket.

Chris was grinning from the other side. "Hopefully Cody doesn't get too full of himself. Trick is to go quickly, but not too quickly; that egg can easily break."

Bridgette grinned. That's my plan.

Cody was gasping and panting as the basket bounced against his leg. Faster and faster he went, glaring at the grill. Then…

SPLAT.

Cody gasped as bits of eggshell and a yolk bounced and splattered against his pants. "Oh, no…"

"OOPS! Looks like Cody's broken his egg! Back to the flagpole to get another one!"

Cody scowled. "Aggggh…"

Cody: I want to win so bad! Trent needs the money!

Tyler waved from across the gorge. "CODESTER! I GOT YOU, BRO!"

Cody facepalmed. "Oh, no…"

Meanwhile, Bridgette had crossed, running slowly, yet carefully, past Cody, who groaned.

"Nearly there…" she whispered, looking at the steaming grill.

Tyler had set up one of the strangest contraptions Cody had ever seen. He had taken a plunger from the confessionals, and stuck it in the paintball gun from the deer hunting challenge.

"Uh, dude? How did you know those existed?" Cody asked, raising his voice.

"Gotta thank Duncan," he said, motioning to the delinquent. "Dude knows his way around here, all I had to do was ask."

Duncan waved at Cody. "Sup, geek? I don't really care who wins, but, hey, anything to help a former Bass out."

"I'M ROOTING FOR YOU CODYKINS!"

Chris groaned. "Can someone get Sierra out of the picture, please?"

Harold didn't hesitate. He hit the "end" button on the conversation, causing Sierra to disappear. However…

Riiiiing. Riiiiiing. Riiiiing.

"Gosh, not again!" he groaned, shutting Ben's phone down.

"Ugh, Harold, is she calling back? She's so clingy…" Ben groaned, sloshing back into his seat.

Tyler aimed for the nest on top of the flagpole.

"C'mon, Tyler, do it for Cody. Do it…for papa."

He released the trigger. The plunger whacked hard against the nest, causing it to fall, Three eggs cascaded out, which Tyler scrambled to get.

"I GOT YOU CODYYYYYYYYY!"

To Tyler's relief, he caught two of them. Stuffing one into the barrel of the gun, he aimed at Cody.

"FIRE!"

He released the trigger, and the egg shot out like a rocket. Cody gasped as the egg landed, whole and undamaged, into his mouth.

"GO CODY GO!" Tyler said happily, as Cody spat out the egg into his hand, which he then gently put into the basket.

Courtney: Huh! Who'd've thought Tyler of all people had skills? I still think he should've been first to go!

Cody briskly ran after Bridgette, holding the basket in his two hands. He gasped as he saw Bridgette arrive at the grill first, but then…

HOOOOOOOONK.

Bridgette groaned and covered one of her ears with her shoulder. Chef grinned as Cody arrived alongside.

"Penalty for the both of ya's, dorks! You two got help from people that weren't your helpers! Bridgette, 10 minutes since you got two people savin' yo' hide; Cody gets five."

Both campers sulked and waited, the grills sizzling in front of them.

However, from afar, a pair of eyes sank back into the bushes. Justin's plan was about to go into motion.

"Yes…yes…yes…" he murmured as he descended into the cave via the dumbwaiter rope. "Wawanakwa will end soon…"

He scrambled towards the conveyor belt and flipped a switch. Slowly, it creaked and groaned to life. Justin dragged the bomb towards the contraption, which wheeled it on top of the dumbwaiter, which Justin had turned into a platform.

"Almost there…" he whispered hoarsely, grabbing the loose end of the rope and detaching it from the cave wall (which was used as an anchor). He pulled hard on the rope; the simple mechanism lifted the wood up, up, up, into the cave mouth, where it stopped dead.

Justin listened and waited, the glow of the detonator illuminating his face.

"Aaaaand…TIME'S UP FOR CODY!" Chef shouted, sounding the air horn.

Cody immediately jumped to action, cracking the egg and watching it sizzle on the grill.

"Simplest solution, let's make an omelet!" he cheered, grabbing the spatula attached to it.

Bridgette was nervous. Can I do this?

By this point, Chris had arrived on his ATV. "Oh yeah, one thing I forgot to mention. Chef's gonna try these bad boys. Highest score wins the million!"

"WHAT?!" Bridgette shrieked as Cody fistpumped.

"Let's spruce this bad boy up! Chef! Got any good digs?" Cody smirked, coolly looking at him.

"Whole array of stuff right behind me," he said, moving out of the way. The table was full of ingredients: spinach, parsley, tomatoes, and so much more.

Ben: *he bursts out laughing* The final challenge is really Blecch's Kitchen, isn't it? Oh man, that's sad!

Chef sounded the air horn once more. "BRIDGETTE'S TURN!" he roared.

Justin smirked from within his abode. "Almost there…"

Bridgette hopped to the table, where she grabbed tomatoes, spinach, and a little basil, salt, and pepper.

Bridgette: If you can't beat them, join them! Might as well make an omelet myself! Heaven knows I've made quite a few before surfing trips…

Bridgette cracked her egg open and added the tomatoes. A little cooking action on these guys won't hurt…

Meanwhile, Cody was piling on sausage, bacon, and a lot of cheese. "Mmmm, baby! Gonna taste just like home!"

Bridgette then had an idea. Running back to grab a little cheese, she added a trace amount to the eggs. Then, she thought.

Right, this is not enough for an omelet. Might as well make something else.

Meanwhile, Cody was cooking up a storm. Sweat dripped from his face and his tongue stuck out in concentration.

"I smell a lot of oil, kid!" Chef said. "Make it good! I hate grease."

Bridgette had changed her strategy. She was making sure the egg was now sunny side-up.

Bridgette: I love my mom's eggs. She makes a mean sunny side-up, and she shared her recipe with me. Hey, it matches my hair pretty well *she giggles*

Bridgette grabbed a plate, as did Cody. She started to plate her dish meticulously, making sure the spinach surrounded the tomato cubes, which surrounded the egg. She finished off her work by adding the basil, salt, and pepper to the mix.

"Done!" she said, pushing her plate in front of Chef.

"SAME!" Cody gasped, doing likewise.

Chris blew the air horn loud and long.

"CAMPERS, IT'S TIME TO START JUDGING!" he said through his megaphone.

Justin started to sweat as his grin grew wider and wider.

Chef looked at Cody's dish

"GOOD GREASY GRAVY, LOOK AT THIS CRAP!" he groaned, tipping Cody's plate. A cascade of grease trickled from the omelet, which dripped on the plate.

"Unbelievable. Also, your omelet is too dang small! Look at that, it's literally being smothered by your meat!"

Cody started to sweat.

"Now, for you, vegan chick."

Chef cut part of Bridgette's dish with a fork and chewed.

"Okay, this is good. I love how you made the tomatoes and spinach work together. You'd make for a welcome chef in my kitchen, if I showed you the ropes."

Bridgette smiled; victory was assured.

Chris blew the air horn one last time.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, I AM HAPPY TO ANNOUNCE THAT THE WINNER OF THIS SEASON OF TOTAL DRAMA IS—"

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM.

The trees rocked, the island shook, and from afar, the campers and hosts saw a wave of green sludge race straight towards them.

"OKAY, NO! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!" Chris shouted, roaring away with Chef in hot pursuit.

"Quick! To Playa des Losers!" Chef called to Bridgette and Cody. "Million's over there anyway!"

Meanwhile, in the cave, Justin looked up in horror. His crudely created bomb had failed. His pupils turned into small points as he saw the rocks start to collapse down the shaft.

"No…NO…NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Unsavory images flashed through his mind now: His parents' smiles turned to angry frowns, him being abandoned and alone on his first night, shivering in the cold, people who would spit in his face, the hopes of someone coming to get him, only to have it dashed with each knife wound he sustained…

"I…I WON'T LOOOO…."

But Justin's cries were deafened by the dumbwaiter shaft collapsing, with the radiation spilling out onto the whole of Wawanakwa.

The campers splashed into the water, some onto the Boat of Losers.

"DUNCAN!" Courtney shrieked, "CAN YOU DRIVE THIS THING?!"

"I'll see what I can do!" the delinquent grumbled, roaring it into life.

Thankfully, he didn't have to move very far. With a loud HONK, Chris arrived on one his fancy yacht.

"EVERYONE, HOP ABOARD!"

No one had to be told twice (although Noah had to bring Owen back from his coconut fantasies); they all scrambled on as the radiation hit the dock.

Chris breathed a heavy sigh of relief as he drove back to Playa des Losers. "So, Bridgette won, the island's toxic, and Justin's pretty much dead. Fun, isn't it?"

Tyler gagged, Ezekiel turned pale.

"Chris! That's wro'ong, eh? He di'idn't deserve that, ya know?"

"Yeah, but he sexually assaulted someone. He more than deserves it."

Ezekiel: I'm to'orn. Justin di'id some pretty mean stuff, but he doesn't deserve to die, eh? What aboot his family?

Bridgette met the boat at Playa des Losers, closely followed by Chef and Cody. The latter gasped and panted as he collapsed on the shoreline.

"Anywho," Chris said, stepping off of his yacht, "Bridgette's won the million! Chef will grab the briefcase, but I have something even more special for you."

He pulled out a small box.

"Oh God, please don't let it be a Toxic Marshmallow of Loserdom…" Bridgette moaned, but she was soon wrong.

The marshmallow contained within was painted a bright gold.

"I wanted to keep it a surprise until now. Bridgette, my friend, you get the final, golden marshmallow. Please don't eat," Chris said, handing it to her.

Chef arrived with the million-dollar briefcase and gave it to her. Bridgette smiled.

"I know one person who deserves a small cut of this…" she said, smiling.

She took out $500 and handed it to Ben.

"You, good sir, might be weird, might be rude, but…I know you mean well. Sometimes," she finished with a wink.

Ben looked lovingly at the money in his hands. "So, wait…does this mean…"

"We're getting back together? No, sorry, funnyman. But hey, friendship is nice too. Magic, you can say."

Ben flushed a deep red, growling, as the other campers chuckled.

"Next, is to Gwen. Well, half, anyway…"

She took out $1,000 and gave it to Gwen.

"Please, give $500 to Eva, will you? I think she needs something after the turmoil that she went through…"

"Bridge, I'm a woman of my word," Gwen said, eyes sparkling. "I only wish I knew where to find her…"

Gwen was interrupted by a tap on the shoulder from Chef, who smiled at her.

"I have a few more…" Bridgette said, turning to Sadie. "I have another $500 here, but it's for Katie. Please…consider it an apology. From me."

Sadie nodded, sniffling slightly. "She didn't deserve that…nobody does…"

Chef nodded towards her as well.

Bridgette smiled. He knows where they are.

"Next, I think a little consolation should be in order…"

She pulled out $10,000 and handed it to Cody.

"Oh, jeez, really?! Thanks!"

"Yeah, you deserve a little something for making it so far. You might be a bit of a dweeb, but you're not bad nonetheless."

Lastly, she turned to Chris.

"Chris, here's $100,000. This…this is for Trent."

Chris was taken aback as she gave him the largest stack of all.

"I need you to go to him with this and give him it. All of it. It'll pay for his hospital bills…"

"Uh, Canadian healthcare is free, you know," he said.

"…whatever, it'll help him get that chopper that he wants so much."

"Bridgette, did he ever say that?"

"Well, no, but he did tell me that his dad's good with them…look, he'll know what to do with it. Just…give him my best."

She then thought for a minute.

"Okay, I lied. I'll give a little more to a certain someone…"

For her final contribution, she pulled out $250 and handed it to Ezekiel.

"You know, doing what you did for Gwen, helping her make friends, getting over your misogyny…that takes guts. You deserve a little something."

Ezekiel smiled. "Bridge, yo'our gratitude is enough for me, but thanks, eh!"

Bridgette closed the case.

"So, big spender, whatcha gonna do with the rest of the money?" Chris smirked.

"Oh, that's easy. I'll put some away towards college, get some surfing supplies, donate to animal rescue charities…"

Chris rolled his eyes. Then he turned towards the camera.

"That's one season down, and who knows how many more to go! With Bridgette as our big winner, we'll see how Season 2 goes down with 13 competitors on one radioactive island! I'll see you right here on the next season of Total…Drama…Island!"

(AN: THERE. That's it! That's some finale, huh? I'm proud of myself for sticking with this for so long. Hope you guys have a fantastic new year, and please stick around, Season 2 will be coming quite soon, I'm sure.)

22nd: Courtney

21st: Harold

20th: Heather

19th: Tyler

18th: Geoff

17th: Duncan

16th: Owen

15th: Lindsay

14th: Leshawna

13th: Ezekiel

-Duncan returns, merge-

13th: Izzy

12th: DJ

11th: Noah

10th: Ben

9th: Justin

8th: Duncan

7th: Sadie

6th: Gwen

5th: Eva

4th: Katie

3rd: Trent

2nd: Cody

1st: Bridgette

(for the one person that voted for Cody, I'm so sorry. I asked PrincessPrimeroseChekhov (who does read this fic) for her vote. She voted for Bridgette, and she asked her friend to break the tie. I should've been clear with that. Now you know.)

Please stay tuned for the next season of Total Drama! That one's going to be Total Drama: Revenge of the Island! Don't miss it!

…Also, no, I'm not doing specials! Besides, Total Drama Drama Drama Drama Island was pretty bad…