Confessional Voting Recap
Mewo calls out each member in turn to read the results — in the usual Total Drama tradition, only the votes are counted; no confessionals.
The names on the ballot are:
Steve
Luigi
Ernst Richter
Golden Freddy
Springtrap
Virian
Middle Finger Cat
Spamton
Mewo’s finger hovers over the glowing tablet.
Mewo: “The person with the most votes… who will walk the Dock of Shame is…”
He pauses for dramatic effect. The fire crackles.
Mewo: “…Springtrap.”
The animatronic rabbit’s glowing pupils flicker. A faint smirk crosses his cracked face.
Springtrap (cold, calm): “Heh. Figures. Enjoy your victory while it lasts.”
Middle Finger Cat (softly, almost to herself): “Good riddance… I guess.”
Virian (annoyed, frustrated): “Finally… we can breathe without him scheming.”
Spamton (glitching, screaming in brackets): [[FREE—FREEE DEAL—YES YES—EXIT]]
Springtrap steps forward. His mechanical joints creak.
Springtrap: “This isn’t the end. You know that.”
He walks the short plank of the Dock of Shame, his movements stiff and deliberate. At the edge, he hesitates, looking back at the team.
Steve (mutters): “Good luck… wherever you end up.”
Ernst: “Let’s just… keep moving forward.”
Springtrap steps off the dock and disappears into the dark waters below. A splash echoes across the campfire clearing.
Mewo (flat, matter-of-fact): “The rest of you — marshmallows.”
The surviving members of BIG SHOTS gratefully accept their treats, but the mood is somber. Mercedes Benz’s heroic act earlier, Blobie’s rampage, and Springtrap’s elimination weigh heavily on everyone.
Golden Freddy (quiet, to the group): “We survived today… that’s all that matters.”
Luigi (nodding): “Yeah… but… let’s just hope Blobie doesn’t show up again.”
Virian (gripping the Feral Bell): “We’ll be ready this time. Right?”
The group doesn’t answer — the shadows of the forest seem to whisper of dangers yet to come.
Mewo hovers above the fire, sipping something he shouldn’t, cool as ever.
Mewo: “Get some rest. Tomorrow… we continue. And I promise… it won’t be boring.”
The fire crackles as the campers retreat to their tents. The night is quiet, but the island is anything but safe.
