Total Drama Island/Action [Gwen x OC]

Chapter 32: Prison

Lukas's POV

I woke up to the sound of Chris's dumb air horn. I sat up and rubbed my tired eyes. I then let out a heavy sneeze. I looked over to see Duncan hop out of bed.

"Wiz dibs. I called it." He said.

He tried to open the door but it wouldn't open. He looked over at me and Justin.

"A little help here?" Duncan asked.

"This is day 12 of my manicure. To risk anymore cuticle damage would be madness." Justin told him.

"Here, let me tr-" I started to say but was interrupted by another sneeze. 

"Dudes, I got this."Owen said, walking over to the door.

"Uh oh." Harold said.

/Harold:"Rule number one: Do not wake Owens beast within first thing in the morning."\

We all watched Owen attempt to open the door. He didn't look like he was getting far with this so I lied back down and watched.

"Owen, we had cowboy beans last night. You're seriously risking a toxic gas leak." Harold said.

"That's all I am to you? Some kind of human fart machine?" Owen glared.

"We just value our lives is all, alright big guy?" Duncan said.

Owen grouped the guys up stating how much he loved them and promising not to fart in the morning. Before he could even finish stating it he farted.

The room begin filling with the bad smell. I hid under my cover to try and wait the smell out.

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The guys kept coming up with plans to attempt to get out. It started with them trying to climb up to the vent at the top of our trailer which didn't work out.

They then came up with some stupid plan to use Owen to smash the door open. Before they could hit the door, the door was open from the outside, sending them flying. I got out of bed and walked outside to see that Chris had opened the door.

It seems he already let the girls out of the trailer. I headed over, next to Gwen.

"So, I'm guessing you guys were locked in too, yeah?" I asked.

"Mhm."She nodded.

"I see. I hope your claustrophobia didn't get to you too badly while being tra-" I started to say, but was cut off by heavy urge to cough.

Gwen raised an eyebrow.

"Are you alright?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Me? Yeah, I'm-" I started to say but was again interrupted by a wave of coughs.

Gwen's eyes suddenly widened. 

"Oh no! I- I got you sick." Gwen exclaimed and then facepalmed.

"Yeah.... So much for my strong immune system." I added.

"Crap. I knew I should've kept my distance."

"Hey, it's cool. It's just a cold." I gave a smile, which was interrupted by a sneeze.

"Hope you all enjoyed your first taste of the Gulag." Chris smiled.

"Gulag? I didn't get any Gulag." Lindsay said.

"Well prepare for it to get a whole lot worse because today is prison flick day." 

"Lovely. At least we have to only ex-con on our team." Heather smiled.

"It was only juvenile detention, don't get too excited." Duncan added.

"Ah, prison. The confinement, the claustrophobia, the vile nasty food and you're always looking over your shoulder cause Mr.Killer dude wants to cut ya for taking the last tater-tot. And no matter how hard you try, digging out spoonfuls of dirt, year after year, there's no escape. Unless you get voted off of course." Chris said.