The hallway stretched on before them, into the darkness. The carpeting was so soft that it came up to their shoulders, making it difficult to move at all. Zuko felt such despair and sadness in his heart, he simply wanted to become lost in the carpet and never be seen again. A single tear slid down his cheek. He began to sing a sad ballad, one of misery and heartbreak. He opened his mouth as far as it would go:
The sun sets on my dark soul
As a single tear slides down my pale face
All hope and light is lost
For my love does not loves me
Nothing left to do but surrender
To the wounds of the soul
What's the point of being a bender
With a broken heart?
My twisted subconscious rots an-
"ZUKO. SHUT THE HELL UP." Kakyoin screamed at Zuko. He had had enough of Zuko's beautiful, angelic voice; he just wanted to fight Robert and be done with it. It was just then that the group's minds began to properly work. The deaths of Avdol and Polnareff had dulled their already weak senses. For then, they could see to the end of the vast lobby. Minecraft skeletons milled around, eating food and making light conversation. It seemed to be some kind of professional conference. An event, although the Gaang's tiny and scrambled brains could not fully comprehend this. All they registered was the lavish couch at the end of the room. Robert was reclined on the velvet couch, being fed dead rats by a Minecraft skeleton. He held his gleaming spatula in his hand (he had made a new one out of his own blood).
His unnatural yellow head shifted; his baby-blue eyes opened. Robert's horror-ridden gaze was now directly on the Gaang. His eyes seemed to be brimming with maddening happiness. The Gaang felt their souls being tossed in meat grinders and they felt as if they would surely die. But Robert just kept eating his rats, as if the Gaang was no threat to him. And indeed, they were no threat. After approximately 8 hours of this terror and staring, Sokka spoke.
"Robert! Hear the words that I, Sokka, say on this day (Tuesday)! Your very short reign of terror over this dimension is at its end! I shall strike you down before you take another breath! Prepare to go back to hell!"
Robert's horrifying eyes narrowed. Slowly, he spoke. His voice seemed to scrape on the insides of their minds like a jagged spatula.
IT IS WEDNESDAY.
Sokka cleared his throat, and looked around with embarrassment and intense shame. He could barely bring himself to look at anyone; he felt he had failed the world. A Messiah who doesn't even know what day of the week it is?! I am pathetic… Jotaro adjusted his hat with resentment. He harboured a deep hatred of those who forgot the day of the week occasionally… including himself (he had forgotten it once when he was 7, and his dear Papa had put him in a hole, with a goat as punishment. Jotaro couldn't forget the terrible things the Goat had said). Sokka restarted:
"Robert! Hear the words that I, Sokka, say on this day (Wednesday)! Your very short reign of terror over this dimension is at its end! I shall strike you down before you take another breath! Prepare to go back to hell!"
Robert's horrifying eyes narrowed. Slowly, he spoke. His voice seemed to scrape on the insides of their minds like a jagged spatula.
SIKE, IT IS IN FACT TUESDAY. THIS SHOWS ME THAT YOU HAVE AN INHERENTLY WEAK MIND, UNLIKE MYSELF. I SHALL DEAL WITH YOU ALL QUICKLY. YOU WILL KNOW LIFE AND DEATH AS A KRABBY PATTY.
With that, Robert leapt into the air with the trajectory and force of One Direction, as well as four cows. He was faster than Barry Allen. In fact, Robert had raced him in his universe, then brutally turned him into a krabby patty.
Sokka's lightning-slow reflexes were just fast enough to jump out of the way of Robert's Pathway of Rage. With that, they began to do battle. The world shook. Reality seemed to turn to liquid, as God fought the killer of Gods. He who killed the Council of Lions, He who ended worlds. The ultimate evil. .
Robert sliced calmly at Sokka, but Sokka jumped out of the way. Realizing that he had to call upon his ultimate godly weapon, Sokka began to sing. His angelic voice blistered and seared Robert's spongy skin; Robert stumbled back, cowering before the Holy sound. It came from the God's carotid artery. Sokka's holy glow got brighter and brighter, as he felt the power o fill him with strength. Thank you, Obama. He felt inspired to add words, so confident was he.
Tra la la laiii
O Canada, our home and native land
Waving through a window
WhoooOOOAAAAA
I don't want a lot for christmas
There is just one thing I need:
I don't wanna be the cool guy
Just maybe not so left out
Of all the the characters at school
I'm the b ad guy
Duh nuh nuh nuh nh nuh duh nuh
Nuh nuh
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna call Jotaro 'JoJo' cause he doesn't want me to
"THANK YOU!" Jotaro screamed happily. He then adjusted his hat. The Gaang now had new hope, although they were standing, watching uselessly, unable to help. The Minecraft Skeletons and Zombies also left them alone; their conference was only sharing the space with Robert. They had nothing to do with each other.
Our lovely group grew in confidence; as they knew in their hearts that Sokka had the strength to defeat Robert. They were also grateful of the fact that they had left the deceitful Aang outside, knowing he would only wreck things if he was here.
Jotaro adjusted his hat yet again. Katara shot him a look of rage. Sokka continued to sing, louder than ever:
I feed on the fear that's behind your eyes
And I need you to need me it's no surprise
I'm
Alexander Hamilton
And there's a million things I haven't done-
Here he looked very suggestively at Kakyoin. Kakyoin looked uncomfortable.
"Sorry Sokka, but I'm not interested," he said, backing away a little bit. Sokka glared, tears welling in his blue eyes, and continued singing. Robert was now emitting a burning smell in the corner, and seemed much smaller than before.
Hello from the other siiiiiiide
I must've called a thousand
Years waaaiiiting for you
Darling don't be afraid-
"Sokka, I'm not interested! Stop singing while making direct eye contact with me! It's making me really uncomfortable, and I want you to stop!" Kakyoin shouted over the music. Sokka scowled, but kept singing. He changed into a minor key, and changed the beat to a waltz (it had been a Polka before).
I wish you were gay lol
Kakyoin u succ
GG EZ
Poggers, gamers
The air turned sour. The hair on the back of all their respective necks stood up. Kakyoin looked around, worried.
"Something's wrong, guys…. Sokka doesn't talk like that. He doesn't use game-speak. The only one who uses gamer lingo is…. Oh God." His face went pale, as all the blood drained from it to his feet. His feet were now beet-red.
"SOKKA, WATCH OUT! I THINK YOU'RE BEING INFLUENCED BY-" A massive explosion cut off Kakyoin's words. The wall to their right exploded, as if hit by a tractor. Dust filled the room; and the Gaang's eyesight was crippled. They could no longer see Robert, but they could sense Sokka's godly aura. His beautiful song had been cut off, like a tire being thrown into a dumpster fire. A blue light began to emanate from the hole where the wall had been. A blast of wind cleared the dust away. Now they could see clearly what was wrong.
Aang had entered the room. His devilish eyes and tattoos glowed with a cold, malevolent, blue light. He began to speak, with the voices of the other Avatars layered on top of his own, like a krabby patty.
"POGGERRRSSSSS! HEY GAMERS! WELCOME TO MY LET'S-PLAY: SAVING THE DAY BECAUSE I AM THE AVATAR, AND I AM THE HERO! NOW AND FOREVER! I WILL NEVER DIE! LOOK AT MEEEE KATARA! ARE YOU PROUD OF ME, MOMMY-GIRLFRIEND? AHAHAHAHASHAAIYGFTUVKHKGYFUE!" Aang verbally key-smashed. He was manic with happiness.
With that Aang went straight for Robert, flying at him at 2 mph. Robert raised his head and grinned a terrible grin. His thousands of sharp, sharp teeth gleamed in the dim, dusty light. He raised his spatula.
FIGHT ME IF YOU DARE, FOOLISH BOI.
Aang replied with far to much confidence,
"Give it up, Robert! I have the high ground! I am quite literally hovering in the air a few feet above you, and thus I hold the advantage!" Sokka looked on with horror. His mouth hung open, but no singing came from it.
"Don't try it, Aang! You're not strongl enough!" he shrieked with Godly concern.
"You underestimate my power! Don't make me kill you, Sokka!" The dust in the room had now taken on a reddish glow, as if they were surrounded by lava. Almost like an entirely lava planet, some might say. Katara stepped forward. Turning to the rest of the group, she said.
"I've been able to calm Aang down when he's in the Avatar Gamer State before, because I'm just a really compassionate person. I can do it again! Because my astrologist told me I should!" She fought her way through the high-speed winds that were coming off Aang, until she reached him. This took approximately 8 hours. Robert, Sokka and Aang waited patiently for her.
"Aang, you must stop this madness! You know only Sokka has a chance! We have to end this we still can! If you go down this dark path of gaming, who knows what you'll do next?! You might not be granted the rank of Master! You might even kill Younglings!" She shouted over the loud wind. Dust whipped her hair around, so it very dramatically, no longer in hair-loopies.
Aang's eyes hardened. There was no affection or love for Katara showing now. He opened his mouth six feet wide and spoke; eyes darting between Sokka and Katara. Robert was entirely forgotten. Aang looked at Katara angrily.
"YOU BROUGHT HIM HERE TO KILL ME, DIDN'T YOU!"
"Aang, you literally came of your own volition! We didn't want you to come here!"
"Stop it, Katara! I'll defeat you before you take another breath!"
He stretched out his hand, and used airbending to cut off Katara's air. She fell to the ground, unconscious. Aang showed no regret. He screamed over the wind and red fog to Sokka,
"YOU TURNED HER AGAINST ME!"
"You have done that yourself!" Sokka shouted, his voice stricken with grief, also having suddenly developed a british accent. Tears of rage were now streaming down Aang's face. The temperature in the room had risen, hotter and hotter.
The others struggled their way over to Katara. Jotaro got there first, and after a moment of wondering what to do, he began to tell a story about the time his dear Papa had fallen unconscious. Zuko gazed with rage at his Beloved and Jotaro. He felt inferior. Inadequate. Lazy. Dumb. Unnatractive. Unintelligent. Unworthy. How could stupid Jotaro run faster then me… Stupid, ugly, bald, bad, small-ass Jotaro… I'm the one who has been in love with her all this time! I should have gotten to her first! This is outrageous!
Robert suddenly got up and ran, down the long hallway of his fortress. It sloped down, into the bowels of the Earth. Sokka gave chase, and Aang chased Sokka. As they ran (or floated), the air beame hot and close around them. The smell of dirt and dust was everywhere. They didn't know it, but they were several miles underground by now. The hallway of Robert's fortress had become a tunnel, and now the tunnel opened up into a vast cavern, several miles across. The ceiling was so high they couldn't see it; it was covered by a blood-red mist. The heat warped the air, making it waver. The sound of sizzling rock and flesh filled the air. Who's flesh, they didn't know or care.
The lava below them swirled slowly, hot enough to melt a man in an instant, or perhaps a ring.
Robert had leapt onto a nearby precipice, to watch Sokka and Aang. He knew that their fight would not be resolved quickly; there was much confusion and anger in young Aang.
Aang and Sokka were now on a thin strip of rock protruding from the lava. Sokka had his boomerang out, ready to defend himself. Aang was no longer in the Avatar state; the other past Avatar's had dipped. The other Avatars knew that Aang was simply capping in so many ways.
Sokka felt in his heart that this fight would not end well. One of us isn't walking out of here alive… Aang, how could you do this? This is outrageous! This is unfair!