Aang and Sokka's battle had progressed, but there was still no clear winner. They had hippity-hopped (like the flagrant rabbits they were) between the dark islands of lava, occasionally on the twisted metal structures that were strewn around. What the purpose of those metallic chonks were, not even the eldest beings in the universe knew.
The two fighters were now precariously balanced atop one of the metal structures, both struggling to push the other off of it. Sparks flew from Aang's hellish staff and Sokka's holy boomerang, as they gazed with fear and rage into each other's eyes, Sokka's a lovely blue, Aang's a sickening yellow (he had untreated jaundice, unfortunately). Out of the corner of his God-like eye, Sokka spied something of interest. Already, a plan was forming in his holy, glowing mind, to keep Aang from harming anyone… ever again. A single tear slid down his cheek, thinking of what he was going to do to his friend. Sokka very dramatically backflipped onto a nearby steep outcropping of stone.
Sokka looked down towards Aang, who was foaming at the mouth with rage. But then Sokka realized that Aang was going to try and make the jump that Sokka had made. Aang wasn't a God though, Sokka knew he couldn't make it, and would fall.
"It's over, Aang! I have the high ground!"
"DOSDFKDSKL:FJDLKJFDLKLCNK:SLNVJLD! YOU UNDERESTIMATE MY POWER! THIS IS THE END FOR YOU, MY MASTER!"
Aang leapt 50 feet into the air, disappearing for a moment into the reddish mist hanging in the air. Sokka looked up readying himself for what he knew he had to do. Aang came hurtling out of the air, screaming pathetically. Sokka raised his boomerang, after running a finger over the edge of his boomerang, using his goldy power to sharpen it into an edge, so sharp it could cut through the very fabric of reality. Not that he needed to, he only needed to cut through flesh and bone. Aang got closer and closer to Sokka, staff raised, and-
SHLORP.
Blood sprayed out from the stumps where Aang's legs had been. The airbender slid down the gravelly slope, closer and closer to the lava. His eyes were wider then Sokka had thought possible, full of pain. He unhinged his jaw and let out a terrible faksldjflkwenfoindsiovndoasjrnoirnvjpforijo;ijaseifjslkdfjlkdsfm! Sokka shuddered, praying that he would never have to hear something so awful ever again.
Aang spoke, in a high pitched voice:
"God, Sokka! That's so unpog! Why would you cut off my legs!"
"Sorry, Aang. I had to prevent you from walking or running, since your mobility is one of the things that has allowed you to murder Polnareff and Avdol… Just be thankful I'm not also removing your brain, which allowed you to think up that terrible plot!"
Sokka spat angrily and Aang. Aang didn't know if Sokka was referring to his plans to kill Polnareff and Avdol (he hadn't planned that; it wasn't premeditated), or the plot of this story you're reading now. It was one of life's great mysteries…
It was then that Robert came forth. He had been biding his thyme, cooking a vivacious meal for himself. He was now fueled by fuel. He had the power to attack and defend at the same time. Without a breath of warning, he sprang at Sokka, with the force of 2 mammals! Sokka had only just enough time to defend himself. Sokka was relieved (to tell you the bitter, awful, horrifying, sadistic truth). Sokka needed the distraction. Like a sick crackhead hooked on mushroomz, he needed a distraction from what he had done to Aang. Sokka felt sick to his stomach. He felt guilt so intense he felt he would surely die. Aang was like a brother to him, a yeet boi who they had found in the ice, he had been a helpless flower, in the harsh, cold world. It had brought Sokka such awful pain to see Aang one by one lose his pedals, until he was nothing more than an onion with layers. Bhad layers.
Sokka also felt unquenchable rage toward Aang. He still couldn't comprehend how Aang could do such horrible things. He belched at our noon day meal! What a skunk!
So, Sokka did bloody battle to the bewildered, belligerent, bromothymol blue bastard. Robert screamed the entire time, the better to intimidate the Messiah. But Sokka was not intimidated; he had his airpods in, so he couldn't hear Robert. Their rageful fists flew speedily at one another's faces. After 420 minutes, Sokka had Robert backed into a corner. He was going to win! Somehow, he was about to defeat this killer of dimensions. Sokka's world would be saved; his friends and family and Zuko would be safe! But Sokka didn't allow himself a moment's pause to savour his imminent victory. He carefully aimed his now-bloodstained boomerang at Robert's snatched waist. The Messiah hated how Robert had a narrower waist then he did, and he had a phatter ass too. Sokka hated nothing more than someone having a phatter ass then he did. The God threw his boomerang quickly, and-
"POGGGGEEERRS! YOU THOUGHT I COULDN'T MOVE WITHOUT LEGS, BUT JOKES ON YOU; I CAN MAKE NEW LEGS OUT OF AIR! WITH AIRBENDING! BECAUSE I'M THE AVATAR! AND THE PAIN IS GONE BECAUSE OF THE ADRENALINE! I AM AANG, I AM THE HERO, AND I WILL KILL ROBERT! THEN I'LL KILL THE NEW ONES! POG, GAMERS!" Aang shouted triumphantly over the crashing lava. Sokka looked at Aang in horror. Not only because Sokka knew Aang would be the death of him, but because of Aang's dizzying height. Sokka's fevered and exhausted brain couldn't be sure, but he must have been at least nine feet tall.
Aang was clad in an unquenchable pair of dirt-brown, see-through, iridescent bell bottoms. More like HELL BOTTOMS, Sokka thought irritably to himself. On top of the bell bottoms, Aang was wearing a horrific pair of skin-tight booty shorts. They had a vomit-inducing pattern; lavender and yellow checkered! They were so tight, that they had cut off Aang's blood circulation, stopping his leg stumps from bleeding. Sort of sick, twisted medicinal side effects, Sokka though, anger boiling in his heart. But Sokka's rage wasn't enough to stop what Aang was going to do. The now nine-foot tall airbender rushed towards Robert, obviously intent on ripping out his guts.
"NO, AANG! YOU'RE NOT STRONG ENOUGH!" Sokka shouted with fear and jealousy. But for a second, the Messiah hoped that Aang would be strong enough… he felt that his Godly bones were sore. He didn't want to fight any more. He was old. Sokka knew he didn't look it, but he was beginning to feel it in his heart. He felt thin, stretched. Like butter that's been spread over too much bread. Sokka needed a holiday… and he didn't think he would return. In fact, he didn't mean to.
Raising his boomerang for the last time, the God pushed Aang out of the way. Aang's freakish eyes widened with petty anger, then with realization, then with horror. For as Sokka saved Aang from Robert's inevitable strike back, he left himself open to attack. Robert didn't waste this moment.
Robert sinfully licked the unguarded top of Sokka's angelic head, which was fatal. Sokka closed his eyes and turned his face to heaven. The sky could not be seen, but Sokka saw heavenly things anyways (what a madlad). He saw Avdol and Polnareff looking down at him, Polnareff glaring angrily, Avdol smiling benevolently. Sokka knew that him and Polnareff would have to throw hands in heaven, but he also knew that Avdol would be glad to see him. Avdol's goodness rivaled Sokka's own. As the Messiah slumped down on the rocky ground, his spirit swirled up out of his body, glowing a soft blue, somehow warm and cold at the same time (Aang had stuck his hand in it, to check it out). Sokka's spirit looked one last time at the Earth, in his heart forgiving Robert for what he had done. Not, however, forgiving him enough to let go of caution: he used the last of his power to bind Robert in place: spectral chains rose up around Robert's nose. The sponge couldn't move.
Then, Sokka turned to Aang.
"Dutch is the best language, Aangy boy. I'm sorry to leave you, and sorrier to leave you with that PIECE OF GARBAGE, ZUKO. But do try to curb your murderous impulses… Now I must go. Nonetheless, my child, look to the East, at the light of the third day!" Aang merely stood, awestruck at the death of the God. He couldn't say anything. Nothing could describe all the emotions he was feeling in his tiny little skull. He felt there was a quartet of punk squirrels dying in his brain. He heard deafening shrieks of pain and AANGuish from the squirrels. He felt that they would scream so loudly, that they would shatter the glass bell jar of his soul, sending him plummeting into his own personal hell. Sokka spoke again.
"Shoot, I forgot to tell you. Oh, well, no time. I'll just slide into your DMs to tell you, I guess. Sayonara!" And with that, Sokka floated up into heaven.
Aang stood there. He breathed in once. Then twice. Then he let forth a bellow that shattered the sanity of his soul. It also shattered the ceiling of the deeper, hellish cavern. Aang scooped up Sokka's body sans life. Aang's eyes began to glow as he felt rage and guilt coursing through his very bones. He felt himself let go of everything he had just transpired. Including Sokka's lifeless body. He heard a gruesome crunch as the body was buried by the rubble of the ever crumbling ceiling. And with that, he dipped. He flew through the cheesecake-textured air and screamed. But he did it inside his head, so no one heard it except for him. He suddenly flew out of the top of the ruined fortress. He looked down and saw the other. His friends, Zuko and the New Ones. They were huddled together on the path leading to the fortress. Aang sighed with rage and effervescent sadness. He began to fly towards them, preparing himself to tell them the bad news, about the painful loss of his legs and the less-painful loss of Sokka.