Francesca laid in the shelter while holding her head. Kenny sat over her, listening to her speak.
“And then she had just walked out on me! Even though we both need each other, Mami said that she was going to do most of the work.” Francesca said in disbelief.
“Wow, to be so bitter at your ally as to NOT help them when both of you in the minority.” Kenny frowned.
“I know, right!? None of these moves I made were out of spite!” Francesca insisted. “I backstabbed my alliance because they sucked as allies! I backstabbed Malletman to get rid of a threat! Same with Bianna! I know that I am going to be painted as the bad guy in this game but for what? Playing the game? Heh.”
Kenny raised an eyebrow. “Perhaps. In doing so, you had hurt nearly most of the Final 10.”
Francesca quickly sat up. “But isn’t that the game? You have to backstab people to advance.”
Kenny shook his head. “Yes, but this is also a social game.”
“But I AM playing a social game! I rarely gotten into a fight with anyone!” Francesca explained. “I also talked with people who I genuinely thought were good allies.”
“Yes, but you had framed Spencer for Angelo’s elimination and nearly got him voted out.” Kenny explained. “AND you expected him to just come back to you after that.”
Francesca winced before collapsing on his back. “I just thought he would see the bigger picture and go with us.”
“Ignoring the fact that Spencer has a lot of anger and hatred inside of him, you honestly expect him NOT to act on hatred?” Kenny asked. “He is a living being. Living beings don’t liked to be dragged through mud and then asked to join them just because it is “logical”.”
Francesca winced at this before looking to the side. “I… I was just looking for the best way to play the game.”
“You know, previous winners had acted on emotion a couple of times and yet THEY still won…” Kenny pointed out.
Francesca growled before getting up. “So what do you want me to do? Make alliances without the other allies’ permission? Brings up truths that make destroy my alliance? Act like we are not playing the game!?”
“I never said that.” Kenny said, holding up his hand. “But you have to remember that not everyone has to play by “logic”.”
Francesca rolled her eyes before collapsing on her back. “Tell me about it…”
“Look, it is not like I haven’t TRIED to tolerate my old allies’ antics but soon I had lost my mind. That is why I was able to click with Charlie.” Francesca frowned. “HE been through the pain that I had been. HE knew what it is like to be stuck with bad allies and be in a bad situation that isn’t your fault. And now he is gone and all I left is a brat who is more a triangle-player than a guitarist.”
Kenny and Francesca had both got up.
“Oh! We are out of time!” Kenny said before looking at Francesca. “I hope that this session had been good for you.”
The wrestler merely shrugged. “Well, I guess it is nice for someone to point out that I am a horrible person WITHOUT raising their voice.”
“I don’t think you are a horrible person. Just getting too head-deep in the game.” Kenny reassured. “Now let’s go. Maybe the Challenge will cheer you up.”
“Not unless I get to go to Immunity…” Francesca muttered.
With that, the two had made their way back to camp to see Anke holding a letter with Spencer and Mami looking over her.
“So what is it this time?” Francesca sighed.
“It says…” Anke said before her eyes lit up. “Could you keep on swinging?”
Kenny paused. “Well, that could mean ANYTHING.”
“Meh. I don’t care what it is.” Spencer shrugged.
Mami cast Spencer a dark shot. “You wouldn’t be saying that if Charlie was still here.”
The nerd merely smirked. “So what is your point?”
Mami loudly growled while everyone else just rolled their eyes.
“Honestly, I couldn’t care less what the Challenge right now. I just don’t want Verona winning two Challenges in a row.” Anke said, rolling her eyes. “Because of what I said, she is never going to shut up about how much she deserves to be here. But um, Verona, I had never said you don’t deserved to be here because you were weak in the Challenges. Ugh. And Malletman is the meathead?”
The five people waited patiently on the mat.
“We now bring in Verona and Bianna from the Reward.” Tiny said as the three walked in.
“Howdy, psychos.” Verona greeted, looking surprisingly cheerful.
"Alright. Are you all ready for your next Challenge?" Tiny asked before everyone nodded. "Good. Take a look at the ocean."
Everyone looked to see a long vine hanging from a cable right in front of the ocean. They were also buoys with numbers on it.
“Here is your next Challenge. It is simple to explain but hard to do. You will each be taking turns swinging from his vine and launching yourself into the ocean. You have to rock back and forth to get more distance into the ocean. Be careful because you only got one shot so make it count. Whoever gets the furthest into the ocean wins Immunity granting an 1-in-6 shot of winning.” Tiny explained.
Everyone looked at each other with slightly positive reactions. The Challenge seemed to be on even ground.
“Alright, let’s draw for spots.” Tiny said.
After the order had been decided, Mami climbed up a stepladder and grabbed the vine with both hands.
“Alright, Mami, you are up first to set the bar.” Tiny explained. “You are free to swing whenever you like.”
The rock star nodded her head. She then swung herself from back to forth a few times to get momentum for herself. Gritting her teeth, she let go of the rope and launched herself forward in the water. Tiny waited until Mami had came back over the surface to give her reply.
“Great job, Mami!” Tiny smiled. “You had gotten 44.93m.”
“How could you tell?” The redhead called out.
“Technology.” Tiny said, simply.
Everyone gave each other suspicious glares but shrugged it off as Mami made her way back to shore as the next person had made their way onto the vine.
“Okay, Kenny. It is your turn.” Tiny said.
The Pokemon trainer nodded his head before swinging back and forth just like Mami. However, people were quick to notice that he was going slower than Mami. Despite this, he put all of his strength in the swing as he let go and went straight into the water.
“Good job, Kenny. You had gotten 37.01m.” Tiny noted. “Unfortunately for you, Mami’s score still stands.”
“Seen that coming…” The psychic muttered before swimming back to shore.
The next person had slowly made their way to the vine. However, they didn’t looked very confident.
“Bianna, it is your turn.” Tiny said.
The robot nodded her head before swinging back and forth on the vine. However, due to all of the metal she had on, she was going much more slower than Kenny. Soon, she released herself and fell into the water.
“Um, good job, Bianna. You had gotten 16.45m.” Tiny said with a nervous cough. “It is safe to say that Mami is still in the lead.”
“I would like to remind you that completely made out of metal.” The blue-eyed woman scolded before making her way back to shore.
“How is even able to stay afloat then?” Tiny muttered as the next person went up. “Verona, it is your turn.”
The brunette nodded her head before wasting no time, swinging back and forth on her rope a few times. She was noticeably going a lot faster than everyone else so far. Soon, she had let go and went straight into the water.
“Great job, Verona! You had gotten 89.92!” Tiny complimented. “You are now on the board!”
“Yes! Suck it, Anke!” The survivor taunted as she swam her way back to shore. The monkey just shook her head in disgust.
The next person glared at Verona for her lack of sportsmanship before making their way onto the vine.
“Alright, Spencer. It is your turn.” Tiny said.
The nerd nodded his head before swinging back and forth. Much to everyone’s (including his) surprise, he was actually doing a good job of doing so. All of a sudden, he had let go of the vine early.
Verona and Tiny winced at the scene that they had witnessed. Spencer was now lying on top of everyone else in a big pile. Everyone groaned as Mami glared up at Spencer.
“You are supposed to let go of the vine TOWARDS the water, you idiot!” Mami roared.
“Hey, it is not my fault that my grip had gave way in the opposite direction!” Spencer insisted.
“Will you stop making excuses!?” Mami snapped.
Tiny merely shook his head in disbelief. “Well, I think it is safe to say that Verona’s score still stands.”
After everyone had gotten back up, the next person had made their way to the vine.
“Okay, Anke, it is your turn.” Tiny offered.
The monkey nodded her head before swinging back and forth. She had managed to do so at a quick speed. Narrowing her eyes in a surprisingly determined fashion, she let out a deep yell before soaring like a comet into the water.
“Great job, Anke! You had gotten 96.25!” Tiny smiled. “You are now in the lead!”
Verona’s smirk vanished. “What!?”
Anke smirked as she swam back to shore. “Right back at ya, Verona!”
Verona growled as everyone else just rolled their eyes. Francesca then made her way forward while shaking her head. She then made her way up the vine, knowing that this was it.
“Francesca, if you want to win Immunity. You have to get more than 96.25.” Tiny explained.
The wrestler nodded her head in determination. She then swung herself from left to right with a glare on her face. Everyone looked on in worry with most of them hoping that she would fail.
Soon, she let go and crashed straight into the water. Everyone looked on, realizing how close it was. They then stared at Tiny who crossed his arms.
“Francesca… You had gotten…”
Everyone looked on.
“85.27m.” Tiny called out. “ANKE WINS IMMUNITY!”
The monkey cheered as she did backflips in place. Everyone cheered her on. But Verona merely glared in disgust.
"Congratulations, Anke. You had Immunity granting you a 1-in-6 shot of winning." Tiny said placing the necklace around Anke's neck.
“I SO needed this morale boost!” The monkey grinned.
Tiny then looked at the others. "You all have a date with me at Tribal Council where one of you will be leaving this game. You have all day to figure out who. You may head back to camp."
Anke was sitting on a log, admiring her Immunity Necklace with a bright smile on her face.
“Hey, nice job of winning Immunity.” Spencer smiled.
“Um, thanks…” The monkey said, not expecting a compliment from the nerd. “I am just glad that Verona didn’t won it.”
“Tell me about it. Who does she get off taunting you back there like that?” Spencer said, rolling his eyes.
Anke returned the gesture. “She did the exact said thing after she shot me and won the last Reward.”
“I am SO happy to win Immunity today! Verona had been casting me death glares ever since I had spoke what I really felt about her so it is great for someone she truly disliked to win Immunity over her!” Anke grinned before laughing. “Especially since she thought the reason I attacked her is because she is a weak player! That way, the only person rubbing salt on her wounds is herself! Ha!”
“Listen, I know that we are not close but could you do me a favour?” Spencer asked.
Anke raised a suspicious eyebrow. “Well, it depends but shoot.”
“Could you come with me to see Francesca and Mami?” Spencer asked. “I want to confront them.”
Anke blinked twice. “W-Why? They are both as good as gone anyway, why risk breaking the truce just to go after them?”
“Because of I am worried that they may try to break it.” Spencer pointed.
Anke’s eyes widened. “W-What do you mean?”
“Isn’t it obvious? Francesca and Mami are both untrustworthy, aren’t they? What is stopping them from going to everyone else behind our backs and trying to save themselves?” Spencer pointed out.
Anke sighed as she hanged her head. “Nothing…”
“Exactly. They can’t afford to be trusted!” Spencer nodded.
Anke sighed before looking up. “So… What should we do?”
Spencer then smirked. “I say we stalk them. Can’t go around our backs if we are literally standing next to them.”
Anke paused for a moment before frowning. “That doesn’t seem right.”
Suddenly, she then smirked.
“But it sure seemed fun!”
“That’s because it will be!” Spencer laughed.
“I know that we would be abusing the truce that we had made but Francesca and Mami left us no choice that they actually want to go through it. I mean look at how many people they had backstabbed!” Spencer pointed out. “All Anke and I have to do is stalk the both of them before Tribal Council and then we would be safe.”
Meanwhile, Mami laid against the wall with her arms crossed. Francesca was standing a good distance away.
“There is a chance that we could make it.” Francesca said, trying to cheer Mami up.
“If there is, I don’t see it.” The rock star said, waving it off.
Francesca held up her hands in disbelief. “Aw, come on! You are not even trying!”
Mami glared up at Francesca. “Why should I try when you were the one who got us into this mess!?”
“Uh-huh, no way, it does NOT work like that.” The wrestler scolded. “If you do that, you will be nothing more than a coattail-rider.”
“Well, what am I supposed to do?” Mami asked. “Do you realize that you only reason I can’t just ditch you just like Spencer and Malletman is because you are not the only one who is casting me death glares?”
“And yet you are treating me like your enemy!” Francesca insisted.
“I have to find some way to prove to Mami that our games are not over yet and yes, she SHOULD get off her rear and play the game.” Francesca said, crossing her arms. “While I still stand what I said about Angelo, Verona and Anke, at least they wouldn’t just TELL ME TO MY FACE that they wouldn’t help me.”
“Look, just stop and think. They must be something that we could do.” The brunette said.
“Well, you sure as hell not doing it NOW!”
Francesca and Mami’s eyes bugged out before turning their towards to see Spencer and Anke smirking smugly at them while crossing their arms.
Mami immediately grunted in disgust. “What do YOU want?”
“Nothing much. I just wanted to know that there isn’t any more “surprises” at the next Tribal Council.” Spencer said, casually.
“And what if we are? You do not control us!” Mami spat.
“No but you had still agreed to the truce.” Spencer pointed out. “We have a right to make sure that you follow it.”
“Right, my boot!” Mami snapped.
“Look, guys, we were not planning anything. Honest!” Francesca insisted.
“Yes, for NOW.” Anke said, rolling her eyes.
“What do we have to prove otherwise?” Francesca asked in disbelief.
“Well, if you are truly okay with the truce, you wouldn’t mind some extra company.” Spencer noted.
“I mean it is not like you would be crowded by people for a while.” Anke pointed out.
“Oh, good one!” Spencer smirked as he and Anke fist-bumped each other.
Mami gritted her teeth while Francesca merely rolled her eyes.
“Alright, alright, you win.” Francesca said with a sigh of defeat.
Mami looked up at Francesca in disbelief. “What!? Francesca, you can’t be serious!”
The wrestler nodded her head. “Unfortunately, I am. If these two are THAT concerned about us, then we have no choice but to oblige.”
Spencer smirked. “Glad you see it our way.”
“For once.” Anke nodded.
Francesca growled as Mami looked back and forth between the group in disbelief.
“What is WRONG with this woman!? We are not breaking the truce, THEY are by confronting us! They are stalking us and invading our personal space!” Mami said in disbelief. “Had she learned nothing about doing ANYTHING with Spencer! Ugh, I hate this season!”
Meanwhile, Bianna was lying down in the shelter with Kenny giving the final session.
“I mean I DON’T want to look down at organic beings because if I did that, I would be no better than Dr. Nefarious.” Bianna explained. “But… After these last few days, I had started to lose my faith in them.”
Kenny’s eyes widened at this. “Wait, what? Why?”
Bianna rolled her eyes. “Like you really did to ask. Malletman nearly drowned a sixteen-year-old boy. Anke had verbally-assaulted someone who was just as much a victim as her. Mami backstabbed us all and still made it sound like the people she hurt was the ones at fault.”
She then sighed.
“Honestly, the only people who deserve to make jury is me, you and Angelo.” Bianna sighed.
Kenny shrank back. “Deserve is a strong word, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it is but these… People had forced me to say out that none of these people deserve it.” Bianna said. “They had made me… So… So upset. ESPECIALLY Mami.”
“Well, considering she backstabbed you, it is understandable that you would feel disdain towards her.” Kenny shrugged.
Bianna narrowed her eyes. “No, you don’t understand. I am alright with her backstabbing me. I mean why SHOULD Mami stay loyal to me? I had been campaigning you and Malletman to get her out after Lillian had her meltdown at her. I wouldn’t say it was the smartest move but I could more or less see her logic.”
Kenny blinked twice. “So… Why did you do so?”
Bianna then let out a sigh. “It is Malletman. While he had backstabbed Mami, it is like… she felt that Malletman doesn’t deserve to be forgiven for what he did. I mean it is not like he did the things that he did out of spite, he did it out of strategy! Which, by the way, was the same thing that Mami tried to justify.”
“Indeed. Though in Mami’s defense, she thinks she was trying to defend herself.” Kenny pointed out.
Bianna sat up. “Exactly! She THINKS she was trying to defend herself! Instead she had backstabbed a lot of people for no reason and ruined her own game as a result!”
Kenny shook his head. “Well, remember what I said Mami when Le Cock got voted off about over-emotional she could get when she feels inferior.”
“Well, at the moment, she IS inferior. She had absolutely to owe up to her mistakes and tried to justified them!” Bianna snapped. “She thinks SHE is the main victim in all of this! Malletman owed up to what he had done so why not Mami!?”
Kenny paused before sighing. “That is for Mami to realize on her own because she clearly just dismissed your anger.”
Bianna rolled her eyes. “Tell me about it…”
“Alright, that is everyone. I had a therapy session with everyone for the most part, everyone had gotten out a lot of their anger.” Kenny explained. “Now maybe it is not too late to go into the Finale WITHOUT going at each other.”
Bianna and Kenny looked up to see Verona making her way over.
“Oh, Verona. Have you decided that you wanted a session, after all?” Kenny asked.
The brunette froze in her spot. “What? No! I just came over to tell you that we are going to Tribal Council in the next few minutes so if you have anything else to add, make it fast!”
Bianna and Kenny’s eyes widened before looking at the sky. Indeed, the sun was setting.
“Goodness. Had it been THAT long already?” Bianna asked, surprised.
“Looks like it.” Verona said before looking down. “So I know this is a stupid question but there is no reason to strategize tonight, right?”
“After what just happened?” Kenny asked with a raised eyebrow. “If this is an attempt to gaining a sense of humor then this is a poor start.”
“Ha. That almost DID gave me a sense of humor.” Verona said, sarcastically.
“Tonight, it is between Francesca and Mami. And based on who were aligned with those two demons, the votes seemed to be split.” Verona explained. “I and I think Anke want Francesca gone while Spencer and Bianna want to sent Mami packing. But whatever, the point is that one of them is gone and while we want someone else more than others, there is no denying that this had to be done.”
“I just hope that we would go through with this without any surprises.” Kenny sighed.
“Same here. I had enough of surprises.” Verona nodded.
“Here’s hoping that this vote would be straightforward.” Bianna said, looking up.
“Gameplay-wise, I don’t think anything would change by this vote but this may be our most important Tribal Council yet.” Bianna explained. “If this vote goes off perfectly, then it restore my faith back in organics. I mean sure, obviously all of our hatred won’t disappear overnight but it would prove that each of us DO have a sense of peace of mind.”
The remaining seven castaways had made their way to Tribal Council where Tiny was waiting.
"Hello, Survivors." Tiny said. "Take a seat."
"We now bring in the jury." Tiny said as the jury walked in. "Charlie voted off at the last Tribal Council."
The jury then saw down. Charlie was now wearing a black leather biker’s jacket with matching pants and a red shirt. There were fiery red tips on his Mohawk.
“Now, Spencer, could you tell me what in the world had just happened at the last Tribal Council?” Tiny asked in disbelief.
The nerd proudly smirked. “Gladly. It turns out that yes, I was NOT responsible for Angelo’s elimination and it WAS the fault of Charlie, Francesca and Mami. And it turns out that they were idiots because they trusted me even though I didn’t wanted to do anything with them. So I decided to sneak the others behind a bush so I would meet-up with them and gave me the Idol to use on myself.”
“Wait… Are you saying that those three had the Idol and they gave it to you?” Tiny asked.
“Yeah, if I knew that they were going to do that, I MAY actually think about sticking with them for a vote.” Spencer said, before shrugging. “Eh. That Tribal Council was all mine already and if an Immunity Idol is all I needed to sacrifice, then that’s fine. The point is that I was the MVP, baby!”
Charlie growled. “Double M, how the hell did you and the Byakko tribe had managed to NOT strangle this little punk?”
Malletman shook his head. “I don’t know…”
“Wait, Francesca, so you were the one who voted off Angelo?” Tiny asked. “Why though? Isn’t he your closest ally from the start?”
“Yes, he was.” The wrestler said, shaking her head. “But he was far too headstrong and stubborn to be a decent ally and then there was that whole fight he had with Verona before Kira’s final Tribal Council. I had no choice but to find some way to break away from him.”
Angelo gave a small growl before looking to the side. “Whatever, harpy…”
“Angelo…” Malletman said, sadly.
“But what about Verona and Anke?” Tiny asked. “What about them?”
“They were no better than Angelo.” Francesca reassured. “Anke is a hyper, childish kid who isn’t even trying to play and Verona is a short-tempered bulldog who blows up over the silliest of reasons.”
Anke glared at Francesca. “Well, sorry about Angelo and I can’t be strategybots like you, Francesca!”
Verona rolled her eyes with a growl.
“Hmm? Was there something wrong with Anke’s comment, Verona?” Tiny asked.
“Yes, noticed that she didn’t put ME in that sentence.” The survivor pointed out.
“Huh. Good point. Your response to this?” Tiny questioned.
The teenager merely sighed. “After finding out what Francesca really felt about us, I had realized something. Francesca did more than broke her word. She blackmailed Angelo into keeping Verona and yet she had realized that was a huge mistake and instead of trying to fix it, she ran off with her tails between her legs.”
Francesca visibly winced at this. “By that time, I was just as fed with you and Angelo.”
“Francesca, is this the part where I just accept that?” Anke asked in disbelief.
“Give her hell, Anke!” Angelo said, narrowing his eyes.
“Oh sure, NOW you attacked the right person.” Verona spat.
Anke rolled her eyes. “Look, Verona, I am sorry. I shouldn’t had attacked you. I should had attacked Francesca. But that still doesn’t change the fact that I meant everything that I said. The only reason that you had lasted this long is because of Francesca blackmailing Angelo.”
“And what makes YOU so deserving of going so far?” Verona challenged.
“Nothing, really except that Angelo wanted to be aligned with you.” Anke said before crossing her arms. “But unlike with Francesca, I strongly doubt that Angelo had regretted aligning with me even if it was in his best interests to do otherwise.”
All Angelo did was grin was ear to ear.
“Well, we seen the effects of Francesca’s backstabbing but let’s see Mami’s side.” Tiny said. “Mami, what is YOUR reasoning?”
The rock star merely sighed. “I couldn’t trust Spencer OR Malletman after what they had done to me.”
“Okay, I hear your reasoning for not trusting Spencer but what is up with Malletman?” Tiny asked. “I mean it is not like you had predicted that Malletman would attempt to drown Spencer.”
“Um, ouch?” Malletman winced.
Mami narrowed her eyes. “He never wanted to be aligned with me. He only wanted me and Spencer to join his alliance because it was either us or a fairy, a lazy jerk and a rooster who SERIOUSLY needs to get over himself.”
Bianna growled. “Mami, for the last time, Malletman was trying to ATONE for his actions. After hearing about what happened to Sugar from Galia, he realized what he had done and tried to keep the original Byakko tribe together.”
“Lies.” Mami spat.
“Oh, and why would he lie about something like that?” Bianna asked.
“I don’t know. He just thought that saying “you are the cream of the crap” isn’t good enough.” Mami said.
“Wow… You weren’t kidding when you said Mami had a low opinion on me.” Malletman said with an unseen frown.
“Bianna, you are clearly upset by Mami’s betrayal.” Tiny said.
“Of course! It is one thing to backstab someone for something that isn’t true but despite all this, she is acting like she was the one wounded here!” The female robot said.
“I had been backstabbed by both sides of Byakko and I was forced to go whoever I could find at the merge!” Mami insisted. “I was just trying to survive!”
“By making a giant robot with super strength nearly drown me?” Spencer piped up.
“OH MY GOD!” Mami roared, startling everyone. “WHAT PART OF “WE DIDN’T THOUGHT MALLETMAN WOULD GO THAT FAR” DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND!?”
“Mami, Mami, please!” Tiny begged. The rock star scoffed. “Kenny, it seemed that the last Tribal Council had opened a lot of anger.”
“You have no idea.” Kenny sighed. “If we continue on the path we are going down, we will practically murder each other before we reach the final Tribal Council. That is why we had made a truce.”
“A truce?” Tiny asked, confused.
“Yes, most of us had agreed that we can’t go on like this so they took turns having a therapy session with me as the psychiatrist.” Kenny explained. “As the only one who DIDN’T had a shouting match after Charlie left AND having experience with trying to figure out emotions, most of them thought it was the best choice.”
“Well, it is refreshing to do that not EVERYONE lost their cool.” Charlie said with a sigh.
“Wait, you said most.” Tiny pointed out. “Who DIDN’T agreed?”
Verona rolled her eyes before raising her arm.
“You Verona?” Tiny asked. “Why?”
“Why the hell should I give my personal information to my opponent?” The brunette challenged. “I must be the only one who thinks this is a stupid idea.”
Kenny turned towards Verona. “Verona, it is not like I am forcing people to do this. It was unanimous.”
“Look, squirt, I know that we all have issues. Anyone who says otherwise deserves a bullet between the eyes.” The brunette said. “But we are still playing the game. Sure, I don’t want spending most of the time at the Finale ranting about Francesca and Mami but I don’t want to give information to someone who would use it against it.”
Kenny merely sighed. “Fair enough.”
“Kenny, do you think your therapy session had helped?” Tiny asked.
“I should hope so.” The psychic said. “It all comes down to this next vote. To prove if we had all calmed down.”
Angelo looked to the others. “Finger crossed, boys.”
“Okay, fair enough. Here’s hoping for the best.” Tiny nodded. “Anke, you have Immunity. Do you want to give it up?”
“Nope!” The monkey said, brightly.
“Alright, you cannot vote for Anke. Everyone else is fair game.” Tiny said. “Kenny, you are up.”
The purple-clad teenager nodded his head before making his way over to the voting table. “Please let this work.”
Spencer coolly adjusted his glasses and walked over. After casting a vote, he casually walked back.
Anke practically sprinted over to the stool and bounded up. She wasted no time writing down a vote and putting it in the urn before zooming back to the others.
Mami hanged her head as she made her way over to the table. “Oh, what is the point?”
Bianna coolly walked over to the table. After putting her vote in the urn, she had made her way back.
Verona stomped straight over to the voting table. She then snatched the pen. “A traitor gets what a traitor deserves.”
Francesca slowly made her way over to the table. She then narrowed her eyes in determination. “If they think I am going to accept this fate, then they got another thing coming.”
With that, she ran back. Tiny then got up.
“I’ll get the votes.”
Everyone cast each other suspicious glares as Tiny made his way.
“I’ll read them out.”
“First vote, Francesca.”
Francesca nodded her head.
“Second vote, Verona. One vote, Francesca. One vote, Verona.”
Verona raised an eyebrow.
“Third vote, Verona. Two votes, Verona. One vote, Francesca.”
Verona merely shrugged it off.
“Fourth vote, Verona. Three votes, Verona. One vote, Francesca.”
Verona’s eyes bugged out.
“Fourteenth person voted out of Survivor and fourth member of the jury… Is Verona…”
Angelo, Malletman and Charlie sat completely wide-eyed.
“Whoa… This is one unpredictable season…” Malletman noted.
“Yeah…” Angelo said before smirking. “But I can’t say that I am not happy.”
Verona sat in her seat, looking absolutely stunned. Everyone else looked happy with the vote.
"Verona, you have to bring me your torch…"
The survivor continued to sit while looking dazed. She then growled before getting up and glaring at the group.
“Guys, what the hell!?” She roared.
“You broke the truce.” Anke calmly said.
“Broke the truce? What are you…” Verona said before her eyes widened. “Don’t tell me that you voted me off because I was the only one who…”
Everyone nodded their heads. Verona stood stunned by what was going on. After a few moments, she growled while clenching her fists.
“Alright, you know what? Fine!” Verona roared. “If I won this season anyway, I would just be a female Boston Rob!”
Kenny and Anke rolled their eyes as Verona grabbed her torch and stomped over to Tiny, placing her torch in front of him.
“Verona, the tribe has…” Tiny said before he noticed Verona storming off. “Verona, where are you going?”
The curly-haired woman stopped in her tracks to turn around.
“Disneyland.” She said before shouting in anger. “I AM GOING TO THE JUROR HOUSE! WHERE ELSE WOULD I BE GOING!?”
With that, she turned around stomped off. Tiny watched her leave in disgust before turning towards the others. “Well, it is safe to say that Verona did not seen that coming. But it seemed like she is the only person who DIDN’T. That means this truce had actually worked. Maybe now you guys would be able to go forward into the Finale. You may head back to camp.”
Everyone had picked up their torches and walked out, all of them looking happy. Kenny brought up the rear, pleased with the tribe. They had all bonded together to take out the one person who DIDN’T followed the truce. Nonetheless, despite proving that they would not act on emotion, the game still goes on. But hopefully, this would have a satisfying ending.
“Who gets voted out just for not wanting to all of their personal feelings to their opponent!? Who!? Who!?” Verona roared, flailing her arms around. “I had been robbed! I do NOT deserved to go for such an idiotic reason! That’s it! This season is beyond irredeemable! I never wanted to see those morons for as long as I live!”
Verona: Anke, Bianna, Francesca, Kenny, Mami, Spencer.