Smoke. A gritty, smooth substance. That was all Katara thought of, when she became self-aware. She was in her bed, in the summer house of Zuko's family. It was extremely dusty from disuse. This made Zuko sad. Katara grimaced. All she could remember as the night before. That sponge. That damn sponge. Please, God, no! Anything but the HORROR, Katara thought to herself. She felt she would surely die. She looked at the bandage on her stomach. She was so shocked she almost threw up. It was completely healed! "What is this sick witchcraft?" thought Katara to herself, completely forgetting about the fact that she, too, had healing abilities.

In a frenzy of terror, and effervescent excitement, she hurled herself out of bed, and down the stairs. She landed head first at the bottom of the stairs, not having touched a single step on her way down, so speedful was her descent. She made for the living room, where she heard voices.

Sokka was just looking at the thrice-accursed spatula as Katura burst into the room. Sokka was so startled, he gave a frightful shriek and dropped the spatula. It fell very slowly directly onto a tall man (wearing a black tube top, with very tall hair)'s foot, cutting it clean in two. However the Frenchman was very used to leg injuries by now, and so did not react, except to give a low moan of agony.

"Who are you?!" Katara demanded.

" HON HON HON PAMPLEMOUSSE, BAGUETTE, YOU HAVE CHOPPED LE FOOT IN HALF LEETLE GORL! YOU HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN MY NAME, THOUGH YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN THAT I BELONG TO IT! I AM POLNAREFF… AND POLNAREFF MEANS… ME! " he whispered with a pathetic air. Katara ignored him as she looked around the room. Everyone was sitting on the floor, surrounding the dark wooden table which Toph stood upon, seemingly afraid to touch the floor.

Aang was jammed under the couch, and was being steadily kicked farther under it by a tall boy wearing all black. His hat made no sense whatsoever. Katara was immediately mesmerized by how attractive his feet were (because none of them had shoes on, because they didn't want to dirty the carpet). The old man was shouting,

"Jotaro! Stop that! That's a twelve year old! Just because he called your hat silly doesn't mean you can beat him senseless!" Jotaro ignored him entirely. Aang's sharp cry of pain awakened Katara from this trance-like state. Before Katara could react or say anything to this beautiful tall sexy handsome lad, Aang bellowed at the top of his lungs with rage, his eyes and tattoos glowing blue, while simultaneously blowing Jotaro 6 feet into the nearest wall. He hit the wall hard, then slumped to the floor, unconscious or dead.

I had the intention of going easy on him, but now I fully intend to send him to the hospital, Aang thought resentfully to himself. At this point, Sokka had had too much.

"Shut up with this ruckus! Now i'm going to have to clean up yet another of Aang's victims!"

"I'VE CERTAINLY NEVER TAKEN A LIFE-" Aang desperately insisted, though he knew in his heart of hearts that it was a lie.

"Ok, ok. Come on laddies, settle down. This is a factory, not a circus. I am the mayor of this town" recited the old man in delirium.

"Alright, can someone please explain to me why there are three adult men and two teenagers hanging around here?!" Katara asked.

Sokka sighed, trying to wipe the blood from his pants (polnareff's foot was splattering everywhere).

"Yes, let's all calm down! Katara has no idea what's going on! I bet she feels just like a beetle right now! Insignificant. Trampled on. Unloved. With a hard exoskeleton. Can you all imagine how that feels?" Everyone immediately got quiet. You should have seen the way they all stopped what they were doing and looked at katara. Even their makers smiled down upon them. They were good lads, to be sure. Even the lad clad in green, sitting at the kitchen table, made eye contact with katara. He smiled warmly. Katara was immediately put at ease. Maybe a little to at ease; as she sagged down to the floor, like a plant sans water.

And so Sokka began to speak.

"Everyone, this is Katara. MY sister. MY SISTER DAMMIT!" He then looked bashful, as he looked around uncomfortably.

"Anyways, everyone go around and introduce themselves to Katara. I think we can all agree that she's the only one who needs introducing to y'all… After all… I think we all know each other a little"- here he raised his eyebrows- "to well," he finished.

"Sokka, what are you even talking about? We've just been talking in the living room. Nothing happened." The boy with red hair (with a distinctive side curl) said, looking confused and uncomfortable by Sokka's antics.

"Moving on from that… uncomfortable episode, we were fighting Bob… Bobert? Nobert? I can't remember his name… I don't want to remember. All in all, me and my friends were fighting him, before he used the Tesseract to open up that dimensional rift. Mr. Joestar-" here he gestured to the old man- "and the rest of us need to find him and stop him. Oh, that's right. You still don't know who we are. I'm Noriaki Kakyoin, I'll let everyone else introduce themselves. Then we'll explain what's going on further."

In the corner, Aang seethed with uncountable jealousy and rage. He hated to see Katara talking to any guy but him (because Aang is a possessive creep).

"I AM POLNAREFF, AND POLNAREFF-" he was cut off by the man with red robes.

"She already knows who you are, Polnareff. I'm Avdol, a fortune teller by trade." This very much interested Katara; she loved having her fortune told.

"You can just call me Messieur Mayor; I am the mayor of this town" the old man declared, gesticulating wildly. It was now that Jotaro regained consciousness and stumbled back over to the group.

"That's my grandfather, the old man. His name is Joseph Joestar… We aren't sure why he's acting this way. It started when we met.. Nobert? Gobert? I… can't remember his name… Anyways I'm Jotaro Kujo. My friends call me JoJo. I hope that makes it clear that you certainly can never call me Jojo."

He looked around the room irritably.

"In fact, none of you can call me JoJo. Even the people I already knew. Never again. I'm sick and tired of just being another JoJo, labeled for my ancestry! I'm my own person! I'm-"

"I'M JEAN VALJEAN! Anyways, what were you saying, JOJO? YOU WILL ACCEPT THE FAMILY NAME WITH PRIDE, BOY, OR YOUR NOT MY GRANDSON ANYMORE!" Joseph yelled. Jotaro resentfully adjusted his hat. Good grief...

"Everyone! Please! Can I talk? Great. Now that Katara knows who we all are, we need to get down to business. And explain what's really going on." Kakyoin screamed over the ambient noise coming from Sokka's ears.

"Right." Katara said. She could barely think straight, while Jotaro's operatic voice rang in her mind.

"I've been meaning to ask, what is going on? How did these guys get here from another dimension? How do we know about this Robert guy?" She looked pleadingly at Sokka, as if to make him understand. If she didn't know what was happening soon, she felt she would surely die.

Sokka looked at the ground and sighed.

"All I know, is that this is unlike anything we have faced before. This is bigger than the Fire Lord. Bigger than Sozin's comet. Bigger than my PHAT ASS AMIRIGHT GUYS?!"

There was an uncomfortable silence. Good grief, Jotaro thought.

"Katara… last night, something went wrong. I felt something. I've changed. Maybe it was the beautiful, heartbreaking cryptic play we were watching last night. Maybe it was the operatic, ringing voice of Obama, speaking to my shattered soul."

A single, emotional tear slid gracefully down Sokka's cheek.

"Maybe it is the fact that Jotaro has a phatter ass than me."

He shivered. `

"What?" Jotaro demanded in a quavering voice.

"I'm a changed lad, Katara. I look in this… in this damn, thrice-accursed spatula. And I… see things. Thing's that I'll never get out of my head." A single tear slid Zuko's face in sympathy (he had always been an emotional one).

"I saw the origins of Robert.

He is from the depths of hell, the deepest pits.

Robert was imprisoned for his reckless defiance of the law, and endangerment of dogs.

This was deemed unacceptable by the highest court,

The Council of Lions.

None are more powerful than they.

They cast him into the deepest ocean.

And there he was imprisoned for his crimes,

In a sacred dome known as the Bikeen E Bot Tomb.

His Jailers were cunning and secret;

He thought they were his friends.

And over time, verily, they didst become boon companions.

They shared in many adventures, and bonded.

But Robert became powerful,

Hiding away in the cold secret caves of the Tomb.

He bided his time,

And forged a weapon worthy of the devil himself:

The Spatula.

His krabby patty flipping spatula.

God, that which I would give to have it taken from my memory and/or this world.

Robert took the spatula,

And slew his compatriots.

As his closest ally, Patrick, lay dying,

Patrick cursed him.

He called upon the thousands of spirits that walk this earth and the next,

To torment Robert till his dying breath.

And that knowledge drove Robert madder than he had ever been before,

NAY,

Madder than any being before!

And so, Robert clambered out of the deepest ocean,

On his long, long legs,

Onto the shore of black glass.

Onwards he went,

Through sleet and snow,

Through rain and fog.

The gods tried to stop him.

They were... turned into Krabby Patties.

The devil himself tried to stop him,

And failed.

At last the Council of Lions approached him,

But with no aggression in their stance.

They called to him,

ROBERT. WE HAVE A DEAL TO OFFER THEE.

Robert may have been a madman,

But he wasn't mad.

The Council of Lions offered him the Tesseract,

So that he would leave their dimension,

And so spare them.

Robert agreed to their terms.

But as they turned their lionly backs to him,

He struck with the force of a thousand unquenchable storms,

And killed them down where they stood.

Now with the Tesseract,

Surrounded by the remains of a

Dead universe,

He gazed into the sky, the earth, and the sea.

All were in turmoil equal to that of his mind.

Now that the gods were dead,

The elements knew no master other than him.

Robert knew that now that there were no checks,

His world would tear itself apart in 8 hours.

He used the tesseract to leave;

And he went to the next universe over."

Everyone shivered. It seemed a cold wind had blown into the room, and settled into their hearts.

"The devastation on our universe was… unparalleled. It all happened so fast. We were all on our way to Egypt when we were attacked." Kakyoin said sadly. He looked at Katara.

"We didn't come here on purpose, but now that we are here, we will help in any way we can. We will not stand by while Robert kills another world."

Then there was dead silence. All except for Zuko's violent sobs. All this talk about the world ending, on top of the fact that he believed Katara would never love him. It was too much for him. He might not be able to do anything about the world ending, but he would be DEAD before Robert hurt his beloved Katara. He felt he would surely die of this.