Total Drama Reunion

Seven Minutes In Hell

A/n- So I read some of this chapter out loud to myself and I'm crying with laughter😂😂

Cameras are on

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"I believe the correct term is 'Seven Minutes In Heaven,' Harold stated after Chris had just announced the challenge for today.

"We all know that Harold," the host replied, annoyed. "The point of this game is to see how long each one of you can spend in a closet with the person you hate the most here. And no, you will not get to choose who you're going to be in there with, cause that's cheating. I've already come up with a list of pairs. And, as you all know, a few of you are hated by so many people, so some of you will be going more than once. I will pick a team representative who will be going in the closet every time. The representatives are the most hated people here. Whoever spends the longest in the closet wins 10 points for their team."

"Wait!" Alejandro raised his hand. "What's the point for calling this game 'seven minutes in hell' it the maximum time is infinite?"

"I don't know," he shrugged. "Couldn't come up with another name for it. Anyways, I'm going to list off the team reps you all hate. Team 1: Alejandro."

"Of course," he smirked.

"Team 2: Gwen."

"What?!" The goth said. "Why me?"

"I think you should know by now," Chris chuckled. "Team 3: Heather."

Heather could've sworn she heard José laugh as she took a step forward. Normally, she'd be honored to be named the most hated of her team, however, she knew of someone more deserving of that title now. He is not getting away with this!!

"Team 4: Harold."

The geek simply shrugged. "At least I still have LeShawna."

"Team 5: Scott."

"Hey!" The farm boy glared at his teammates. "You're all gonna pay for this one!"

"And lastly, team 6: Noah."

"As if I care what you losers think of me," said man replied.

"Now," Chris started. "I am going to call out a pair for each representative. There are going to be more than one person that hates most of you, so there will be multiple rounds. Is everyone ready?" The room was silent. He sighed. "Geez, What does it take to get you guys excited? Anyways, the first pair for team 1 is going to be Alejandro and José." Both men groaned.

They opened the closet door and reluctantly stepped inside. "Dang it," muttered Alejandro. "I can still see your face!"

"Do you think I am enjoying this any more than you are, Al? It was already bad enough having to live with you for nearly 18 years."

"It could have been 16 if you wouldn't have waited to move out until you were twenty! But I guess that's where a low paying job gets you."

"You are not winning this challenge, Al!" His brother growled.

"Just watch me," he glared.

"Watch you?" He smirked. "Like I watched Heather get dressed this morning-"

"You did WHAT?!" Alejandro reached for his shirt collar and slammed him up against the wall.

"Hermano, chill out. I was only kidding! Or was I? I guess you'll never know. Either way, we're still in the same cabin-"

"Shut the hell up!!" He yelled, face turning red and veins popping out of his forehead. "I don't care if you were kidding or not. I don't want you looking at Heather at all, got it?!!" He roughly let him go and opened up the closet door. "I'm done Chris!"