Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Survivor ❯ Day Twelve ( Chapter 12 )

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Day Twelve

“Hellllo trrribes!” Jeff greeted them as they gathered at the Immunity challenge. He was just WAY to happy.

“Jeff?” Yugi asked. “Are you ok?”

“Never better. Never better.” Jeff said extra happy like. Everyone gave him skeptical looks.

“Well any gossip among the tribes?” Jeff asked, still somewhat happy.

“Duke's legally insane.” said Joey, who was standing as far away from Duke as he could.

“Are to!”

“See!”

“Poor Schmidt.” Atemu sniffed.

“You heard about him to!” Ryou asked.

“Yes.” cried Atemu.

“It's so sad.” Ryou cried also, hugging Atemu.

“I'm feeling unsafe now.” Seto said, looking about anxiously.

“Why?” Jeff asked.

“Well, I might die...” Seto said quietly. “After all, I once was a priest”

“And I was a priestess.” Isis added. She and Seto looked at each other scared.

“Well, now it's time to play the game,” Jeff said to the crying, scared, and disturbed looking castaways. “Since you've all been here with limited food, I've decided to have the challenge be an eating contest between Joey and Bakura.”

“You mean that food was for the challenge...?” asked Joey with shifty eyes.

“Yes...”

“Oops...”

Jeff looked over to see that all the food was gone.

“I guess Amerex wins.”

“THEY CHEATED!” screamed the Totama tribe mates.

“Welcome back again Totama,” said Jeff, addressing the once again losing tribe. “What is this, your third time here?”

“We're not doing so well.” Mako said depressed.

“It's all Mako's fault,” Bakura said, taking advantage of Mako's vulnerable state, “He hasn't been catching enough fish. We're all starving.”

“That's a lie Tomb Robber,” Atemu scolded, “And you know it.”

“I speak no lie,” said Bakura self-righteously.

“Living without technology really isn't so bad after all.” Seto said trying to convince himself of that. It was not working too good.

“I finished my tree house.” Malik said, smiling happily.

“I'm the only sane... and female person here.” Isis sighed.

“Not true!” Mai smiled, who seemingly came out of nowhere.

“Mai!” Jeff yelled, “You lost! Get off the Island! Go! Go!”

Mai `eeped' and ran off into the bushes.

“Alright, time to vote.”

Once again, the members of Totama walked though the bushes to cast their votes. When they were all done, Jeff got up and went into the bushes to collect the votes and never to return.

“Where'd Jeff go?” asked Bakura impatiently.

The Totama tribe had been waiting for a while now for the host to return, but there was no sign of him. The fire in the middle of the tribal council area had burned out and the morning sun was starting to peak over the trees, bushes, and whatever else was around.

Bakura glared at the sun, wishing it would burst into a ball of flames, not realizing the fact that it was already a ball of flames. Eventually he had to look away when the sun started to burn his eyes.

“Maybe he got lost?” Mako shrugged.

“He just had to go through the bush,” Bakura growled, blinking his eyes rapidly, amazed by the little black dots that he could now see. “He's not that stupid.”

“He's at his mansion.”

Everyone turned to see Tea standing by the bushes. Right next to her, Jeff came out of the bushes with the Millennium Puzzle Box.

“Tea, get out of here!” Jeff glared at her. Tea grinned and left.

“You have a mansion!” Seto exclaimed, just registering what Tea had said, “Does it have technology!”

“I HAVE NOTHING!” screamed Jeff, getting all big and scary. Everyone went very quiet, “Good. Now this time, to read the votes, we'll do something special.”

“Come on!” Atemu protested, “We've been here for, like... EVER! Can't you just tell us who leaves?”

“It was a tie between Atemu, Mako, and Isis.” Jeff said quietly.

“So who loses?” Mako asked.

“Well you talked first,” said Jeff, “So you lose.”

“Is that fair?”

“Is anything they do fair?” countered Malik.

“True.” Mako agreed, getting up and carrying his torch over to Jeff.

“Mako, your mouth has spoken.” Jeff smiled as he extinguished Mako's torch.

“Awww, fish sticks!”

“Can we have some fish sticks?” Joey yelled from the Amerex tribe.