User blog:Epic~00/Total Drama Island: Escape From Boney Island - Episode 2

WARNING

This is a horror story. There may be some scenes that will be uncomfortable for you. If you think you won't be able to read it all, don't continue.

The story will be affected by your choices. You will play as various contestants. You can save all characters. You can kill all characters too. It depends on your choices who will survive. Choose wisely.

Prologue
~PREVIOUSLY ON ESCAPE FROM BONEY ISLAND~

Chris: You'll be paddling your canoes across this lake.... to BOOOOOONEY ISLAND! When you get there, you must portage your canoes to the other side of the island. Which is about a two hour hike through dense, treacherous jungles!

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Chris: Oh wait, one more thing I should mention. Legend has it, if you take anything off the island, you'll be CURSED FOREEEEEVER!

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Beth: What'd I miss?

Chris: Canoes.

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Harold: Ummmm...sure! You can join, Duncan!

Duncan: Well I'm glad someone knows who's best for them. Smart move, geekbrain.

Harold: Thanks.

Sadie: *whispers* Harold, what are you doing? That guy is such a geek.

Harold: *whispers* We'd be safer in numbers. Who knows what kind of craptacular things Chris has in store?

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Heather: I need some cheering up! I'm bored.

Owen: Aw that's sad. Don't worry, ma'am. Master Owen is here to help! *makes saluting single and laughs at himself*

Heather: Thanks a lot, Owen. That really means a lot!

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Owen: So if you want some cheering up, is there anything I should do? *makes curious look at you*

Heather: Umm... what's say we get super happy by you carrying me to the canoe and start this challenge! Woo!

Owen: Woo-hoo! Let's do this! I can so make you happier with this, Heather!

Owen bends over like a lapdog.

Owen: Ready to giddy up, cowgirl?

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Owen sprints as much as his legs can carry him. With his spirits raised, so are yours. Maybe you really should be nicer to people. Maybe you really should tr--

CRASH

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Owen: Heather! Oh crap oh crap oh crap! What did I do that for?????? *slaps brain* Stupid.

Owen: ''Ok, Owen, calm down. You're getting too excited, let's just chill out.''

Owen pauses and calms himself. Unfortunately the combination of prior panic plus forcing himself to calm down has caused a release for sure, but not the one he anticipated.

FART

Owen: Oh no! Not the fart from those beans I had! Please make that fart die quick. Don't spread-don't spread-don't spread-don't spread. *puts his hands together and prays*

Heather gasps for dear life.

Heather: *coughs* Ach! Ach! Owen, you-- ACH! ACH! Owen, you fart monster!

A thud drops in the canoe. And back comes your anxiety.

Owen: ...Does anybody have a spare pair of underwear......?

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Izzy: Oh ok. Well I know a great way we can win this challenge! Question is, do you trust me?

Leshawna: Gurl, you crazy? Hell no do I trust you. Trippin' me on the dock was one thang and now ya want me to trust you? You can forgetthat.

With a quick flick behind her back, Izzy pulls out an orange color-coated gun.

Leshawna: What the????

But before you can react properly, right there is the shot. And down you go, slumped and silenced.

Izzy: Neat. I knew stealing that staff equipment from the arts and crafts center would pay off. Good thing I left a whole box of these in the canoe and with the "DO NOT ENTER" sign so nobody could find my awesome stuff! Now to bring you to Izzy's world. Ha! Izzy's World, that could be a movie! Oh, oh! Or a TV show! Oh no wait, it could be a band! Or what about a musical?! I can sing really well too, watch! Oh oh right, her body I need to bring her there before she wakes up *shrugs*

Izzy looks inside her gun.

Izzy: I wonder how strong these tranquilizers are. Ah, who cares? She didn't want to trust me so now it's time to PROVE my trust and bring her there MYSELF. Good thing I'm a normal thinker about this stuff, huh? *flips Leshawna into canoe with her*

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Chris: Gosh darnit. I can't call anyone, Chef isn't here for us to make fun of all those stupid teens, and I'm stuck inside. But hey, at least I still got wi-fi, right? Better play my favorite game Snake. For some reason that's so relatable.

Chris tries going into his game only for his phone to switch off. The thunder becomes louder outside.

Chris: MYYYY WI-FIIIIIII!!!!

In the wake of panic, Chris tosses his phone and breaks it. He luls back and forth like a baby, incoherently yammering to himself. He needs some air and opens a window.

Chris: Chef? Chef?! PLEASE COME BAAAAACK!

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Beth: Woah. That thunder ith pretty loud. I better get back to my team.

Beth gets up and is about to turn back from the shore she's on only to step on something on her way.

Beth: What' thith?

A tiki idol is before Beth's eyes. She marvels at his beauty.

Beth: Oh wowzasch. Thoo pretty. Better thow thit pretty thing to Lindthey.

Beth runs as fast as she can while the storm rages. She sees her team retreat to the nearest cave alongside the other campers and tries as fast as possible to join them. But not without looking at her tiki idol one last time and giving it a nice warm hug.

Beth, Cody, Heather, Gwen, Lindsay, Owen, Trent

 * Playing as: Owen