Snoozles II:
Boomerang Boogaloo
An Avatar the Last Airbender atrocity
By
EvilFuzzy9
Sometimes a single idea can lead into a grand, sweeping, epic tale. But other times, it's only good for a single crackish oneshot. And that's what THIS fic is for.
Two:
Blind Terror
Rarely did Toph truly long for the ability to see. She didn't need it, not really. Her earthbending allowed her to make due just fine, as long as she was on the ground – and, really, why would she ever not want to be on solid earth?
No, Toph just didn't see what was so great about sight – and, yes, she was aware of the irony of this statement, thank you very much. No need to be an ass about it.
Really, though, there were only a few times Toph ever truly wished she could see. Only a handful of circumstances where she might honestly fall into a melancholy over her blindness. Only a handful of scenarios in which she might genuinely bemoan her lack of vision.
This was not was of those times.
As Sokka panted and whimpered next to her, crouching down beside her behind a crate in the warehouse, Toph resisted the urge to snort. It was dark – according to him, at least – and Sokka was helpless to find his way through the building.
Not that this affected her, of course, but there were extenuating circumstances.
For one thing, they were apparently being stalked by some freakish-faced psycho killer. Not something that would usually bother her, of course – or even Sokka, if she was to be perfectly honest with herself – but, again, there were extenuating circumstances.
In Sokka's case, it was the fact that he was presently unarmed – the other council members did not appreciate him coming to meetings strapped down with weapons – and, of course, it was too dark for him to see and he just did not have Toph's aptitude for fighting blind. That, and he was perhaps still a little tipsy from the drinks he'd had at Narook's a few hours earlier.
In Toph's case, it was the fact that the fucker stalking them happened to be both smart and nimble enough to stay on top of the crates as he followed them, greatly mitigating her ability to track them. If the jackass would just set down on the floor, Toph could get a good enough bead on them to get them with the steel cable connected to a mechanical spool at the side of her metal uniform – a prototype armor that Sokka had designed for use by the metalbenders in Republic City's police force.
Toph's expression darkened as she heard another light, scarcely audible thump of feet against a wooden crate. Even with her sensitive ears, she could only barely hear it, and the damnable acoustics of this damnable warehouse also made it impossible to discern the direction the noise was coming from. Her earthbending sense wasn't able to pick up anything, either, the vibrations being too muffled by the large crates for even her to pick up anything conclusive.
She heard Sokka hiccup next to her, sniffling just a little, and she could feel his usually strong frame trembling so weakly against hers.
"Pansy," she huffed, scowling faintly at her partner's frankly pathetic behavior. "Why don't you man up already?" she muttered. "This asshole isn't even that scary. He's no Combustion Man, or Azula."
"Oh, aren't I?" came an uneven, rasping voice from above them, and even Toph was a little bit startled. "If that's the case, then why don't you just sit down, relax, and GO TO SLEEP?"
Toph barely managed to sidestep in time, and she felt a sharp pain in her cheek as it was grazed by the blade of an expertly wielded knife.
She smirked.
"Nah, I'm good," she replied cockily, before using her metalbending to latch onto the prick's knife and swing it around to cut the hand that had been wielding it. The psycho spat a curse at this, and Toph stomped a foot down hard on the ground.
The earth beneath the crate drew back to create a gaping hole in the warehouse floor which swallowed the object and the person atop it, before instantly closing back up like sand flowing back into a pit, and their assailant found himself encased up to his neck in solid rock.
Toph smirked.
"Nice try, jackass."
Jeff the Killer swore.
A/N: So, after that first chapter, I figured that I might as well take some of the oneshots and ideas that I never got to finish, and just stick 'em up here so I can clear out doc manager, some.
This chapter has been in stasis for well over a month, at least, inspired by my MASSIVE creepypasta binge. While this started out okay, it kinda ended weakly, and I never really got around to doing anything more with it.
Seriously, though, the only thing I did to make this ostensibly fit for publication was add those last three lines at the end. That's how lazy and incomplete these next few chapters are gonna be. GEE, THAT SOUNDS JUST LIKE THE FIRST ONE :D
TTFN and R&R!
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