Michael Dante DiMartino hummed quietly to himself as he left the diner and headed the few blocks to his apartment. He had been in good spirits lately; the Avatar finale had aired, and while it was true that a considerable number of fans were disappointed (to say the least) in the ending, he opted not to concern himself with their opinions. He wrote his series the way he wanted to, and if the fans couldn't cope with that, that was their problem.
He stopped humming abruptly as he noticed a dark, narrow alley cutting between the buildings. 'Ooh, a shortcut,' he thought, and turned to go down the alley.
He resumed humming as he made his way through the darkness, deftly avoiding empty boxes and tipped-over trashcans, and soon he could see light coming from the other side of the alley. Behind him, a dark figure emerged from the shadows. Adjusting her "I LOVE STEAMBABIES" cap, she eyed her prey... crept silently up behind him... and shanked him.
"WHAT NOW, BITCH!" she shrieked, as Mike crumpled to the ground, clutching his side. She cackled loudly, then turned on her heels and pointed to the end of the alleyway. "TO THE ZUTARA CAVE!" she cried, thrusting her arms into the air and running down the alley, making wooshing noises as she zigzagged and occasionally ran into a wall. Mike lay on the ground, clutching his side and trying desperately to comprehend what had just happened.
"Fucking... shippers," he grunted, and passed out.