Momo sat in the corner of the dimmed room with nothing to say. He rocked back and forth with a tissue box in his hand. "I never should have don't this." Momo murmured. He stood up to look down upon the 4 dead bodies surrounded in puddles of rich, velvet, blood. But the worst part was; they were his friends.
Momo slit open a cut in each of there arms and dipped the TIP OF THE TISSUE in the blood drenched cut. Momo let out a cunning smile. Unaware that Aang was still a bit alive, Momo sat on Aang's stomach. "Momo, how could you do this?" Aang murmured after he had just been knifed to the gut a number of times. "It was for the good of your own." Momo said. Aang new that these words would be his last, so he made sure that they were warm and heartfelt: "Momo, come closer." Momo leaned in. "That was not correct grammar." Aang said as his baby blue eyes shut and his warm breath let out, never to return again to his lifeless lungs.
"AAAAH" Appa woke up to his horrible dream screaming. There was no sight of Aang, Katara, Toph, or even Zuko. This made Appa think his dream was real.
Appa began to walk around, and he saw Momo sleeping on a rock. Appa threw a rock at Momo and shouted "How could you? You low life filthy cockroach!" Momo said "What are you talking about? And you watch too much Harry Potter." Appa let out a huge roar: "Oh you know what I'm talking about. You killed Aang, Katara, Toph, and Zuko. You dipped a tissue in there blood." Momo's eyes grew wide. "How did you know?" Momo said.
Appa woke up again. "Wow, a dream within a dream. What a night!" Appa said after making sure that Team Avatar was there. Appa returned back to sleep with a smile on his face.
Hey! I'm the llama whaat! and this was pretty gory, but I'm noy gonna be writting a lot of stories like this. So I hope you enjoy because I always thought of Momo like a dark soul.