AN: Geez, I have only been on this site for a few days and I'm already on my fourth story, I should probably take a break and pace myself, but... one more couldn't hurt I guess. This is going to be my first shot at a multi-chapter fic so please be patient if I take a little time between uploads. I should also warn you guys a bit that there is going to be a few cracks in the 4th wall (more like I break that bitch down with a wrecking ball). I'm also going to be poking fun at different types of fanfiction, so if it feels like I'm poking fun at a specific fanfic or an author, please understand that it was purely coincidental and I never intended to single anyone out.

"Nice night for an escape, isn't it?"

Korra tensed before she turned around to face her waterbending master. She couldn't help but feel guilty for trying to run away without telllng anyone. "I have to leave. I have to find my own path as the Avatar."

"I know you do." Katara smiled at the young woman standing before her. They really did grow up in a heartbeat. Katara could remember the day Korra came to the White Lotus compound to master the elements. She watched Korra quickly master the elements over the years and they were so close that Katara thought of the young woman as her second daughter. It was because of the fact that Katara knew Korra so well, that she knew Korra wouldn't take kindly to the last lesson she had to teach her. "It is time for you, and your generation to take on the responsibility of keeping peace and balance in the world, and I think you are going to be a great Avatar."

"Thank you." Korra stepped forward and wrapped her arms around her waterbending teacher.

"But Korra, before you leave," Katara let Korra go and held her at arms length. "There is one final lesson that I must teach you."

"Is it a new waterbending technique?"

"No," Katara shook her head. "This is much more important than that. It's a matter of keeping your sanity. Now help me take a seat." Korra nodded and helped Katara settle down on the ground before she took a seat next to her. When they were finally comfortable, Katara continued. "You have lived on this compound most of your life and have grown into a beautiful young avatar. Because of this fact, things are going to be about ten times harder for you."

"What do you mean, 'things will be harder'?"

"Well..." Katara took a deep breath. "When you finally make it to Republic City and make your debut as the new Avatar, you will gain a lot of fans."

"I know, it's gonna be awesome." Korra fist pumped.

"Well it can be," Katara smiled at her enthusiasm. "But you will come into constant contact with two kinds of fans."

"So what's the difference?"

"Well the first type of fan will pretty much be normal in every single way. They will read about your exploits in the newspapers, and hang on every word you say when you speak at press conferences. If they are lucky enough to meet you in person, they will gush about how amazing you are, ask for your autograph and maybe take a picture of you."

"Okay, but what about the other fans?"

"Simply put, the other fans will scare the shit out of you." Korra balked at the harsh language coming from her kind waterbending master. "These people are really something else. You should avoid them like the plague."

"Why...why should I avoid them?" Korra was getting a little scared at how serious Katara was acting right now.

"You should avoid them because these people love you so much that they feel the need to, well...the need to create things dedicated to you."

"Like what?"

"Fanfiction..." Katara whispered. Korra laughed at this.

"So what if they write stories about me? I would love to read stories about me kicking butt. It will be like those superhero comics."

"Trust me Korra, the stories fans will write about you will be 'nothing' like the super hero comics. They will write terrible things about you."

"What are they going to write about me?" Katara took a moment to savor Korra's innocence before she shattered it with her next words. Katara remembered way back when she was that innocent, decades ago...

"Sex, Korra. With everything."

"What?!" Korra stood up screaming. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN EVERYTHING?"

"Every single person you have ever had contact with."

"NO! THAT'S NOT POSSIBLE!"

"It is totally possible Korra, please calm down."

"I CAN'T JUST CALM DOWN, KNOWING PEOPLE ARE IMAGINING ME RUNNING AROUND FUCKING EVERY PERSON IN SIGHT. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO TELL ME NEXT, THAT PEOPLE ARE IMAGINING ME HAVING SEX WITH MASTER TENZIN?"

"Hell they probably have a few fanfics about that already."

"But that's disgusting! He's older than my father!" Korra spat out.

"Speaking of your father..."

"NO! FOR SPIRITS SAKE, DON'T FINISH THAT SENTENCE!" Korra pulled her hair in frustration. "How can these weirdos imagine me having sex with random old guys?"

"Don't forget about the girls Korra."

"Girls too?! What the fuck is wrong with these people? I am not a LESBIAN!" Korra was near the point of hyperventilation. Katara stood up and grabbed the younger woman by the shoulders in an attempt to calm her down.

"Korra... I know this is a lot to take in at once, and you are probably very angry at me right now, but I have to tell you these things. Trust me, you will thank me later for preparing you for the horrors." Katara gave the young girl moment to calm down. "They will write fanfictions where you are weak, they will write stories about you being overpowered and raped by your enemies. They will write stories about you being raped and tortured by your Friends. They will write stories where you will have sex with men, women, and animals, they might write about you having sex with all of these at the same time."

"Wait... animals too?" Korra's face was starting to turn green. "L-like Naga?"

Katara nodded sadly, "I'm afraid so Dear." Katara released Korra's shoulders as she ran a few feet away and bent over to vomit into a haystack. She stood, hunched over with her hands on her knees, spitting over and over again to get the acidic taste out of her mouth.

"No...Fuck this. I'm not leaving anymore. I can't take it."

"Korra...I know this is a lot to take in but you are the Avatar, it is your duty to keep balance in the world. It's time for you to suck it up, I haven't even told you the worst kind of fanfiction there is."

"It gets worse?"

"Korra it will always get worse. For one, there are stories that feature original characters. These characters are people that the writer made up themselves, and they are almost always Terrible. These terrible authors will try to come up with reasons why that OC should even exist when everyone who is reading the story knows that it is nothing but a self insert character the writer modeled after themselves so they can pretend that the cutest boy is in love with them. This 'original' character is generic in every single way, but every single boy will fall in love with this special snowflake because she has special powers that have no right existing in this world and she has an odd hair or eye color."

"Wow, that's pretty bad."

"Yes it is, Korra. But it pales in comparison to the dreaded high school fic."

"I don't get it." Korra asked. "What's so bad about high school stories? That seems pretty tame compared to all the rape and bestiality."

"Because they are boring as hell." Katara answered. "Did your parents ever tell you the story about little red riding hood?"

"Yeah, I remember that one."

"Well think about that story, but pretend the big bad wolf was never in it."

"It would just be a story about a little girl walking to grandma's house."

"EXACTLY! It's boring because there is no conflict. You can't write an engaging story without giving the protagonist and enemy or a force to overcome. That is every high school fic ever. Sure that might fly if it's just a short story or a piece of poetry, BUT HIGH SCHOOL FICS SPAN 30 CHAPTERS! 30 FREAKING CHAPTERS! WHERE THE BIGGEST PROBLEM THE MAIN CHARACTER HAS IS TELLING THAT CUTE BOY IN ENGLISH CLASS THAT SHE LIKES HIM!"

"Um... Master Katara..."

"THE MAIN CHARACTER IS A COMPLETE DITZ WHO DRIVES AROUND IN HER CAR LISTENING TO FALLOUT BOY, JUSTIN BIEBER, EVANESCENCE AND EVERY SINGLE TERRIBLE BAND 14 YEAR OLD GIRLS LOVE WHILE TALKING TO HER BFF ON HER GOD DAMN CELLPHONE! THE MAIN CHARACTER WILL SPEND ENTIRE PARAGRAPHS WORRYING ABOUT WHETHER SHE WILL MAKE IT TO CLASS ON TIME!"

"...Master Katara..." Katara threw her arms into the air and continued ranting.

"THEN WHEN SHE FINALLY MAKES IT TO CLASS SHE SITS THERE DAYDREAMING ABOUT HOW PERFECT HIS HAIR LOOKS, OR HOW AMAZING HIS MUSCLES ARE. OR MAYBE SHE WILL THINK ABOUT HIS DEEP HUSKY VOICE AND HOW GOOD HE SMELLS, LIKE A TOTAL STALKER!" Katara started to foam at the mouth and her eyes were starting to blur out of focus.

"master katara, you're scaring m-"

"THAT SHIT IS MORE BORING THAN WATCHING GRASS GROW OR PAINT DRY! EXCEPT THE GROWING GRASS AND WET PAINT ARE CHARACTERS WHO SPEND FOREVER WORRYING ABOUT WHO THEY ARE GOING TO TAKE TO THE DANCE! YOU JUST WANT TO STAB BOTH OF THEM AND TELL THEM TO STOP WHINING AND JUST FUCK ALREADY!"

"MASTER KATARA! GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF!" Korra slapped her with just enough force to get her attention. "I get it. High school fics are really bad." Katara finally stopped her yelling and wiped away the angry spittle that was hanging off of her chin.

"I'm sorry dear, I was just reliving some terrible memories. Fans wrote thousands of fanfics about me, and they still do."

"Really? How bad was it?"

"Hundreds of Zutara fans were protesting outside of the church on my wedding day."

"Ouch..." Korra grimaced. "How did you deal with it?"

"I had Toph launch anyone who came within a hundred feet of the place."

"Weren't you worried about someone getting hurt?"

"To tell you the truth, I didn't give a damn. It was my wedding day and I wasn't going to let those weirdos ruin my day. Korra the best way to deal with crazy fans like that is to ignore them. If you react in anyway to them, they will take it as encouragement. Don't get too personal with a fan, they will start stalking you. And for the love of God, if a fan tries to give you a piece of art or a story they wrote Don't take it."

"Don't worry Master Katara, I have a plan. I won't let them write stories like that about me. Some motherfucker tries to rape me, I'll kick their ass. They try to get me to be all buddy-buddy with an OC, I'll beat them too."

Katara couldn't laugh at how naive the young woman was. She didn't have the heart to tell her the truth. "I'm sure you will dear." Katara hugged Korra one last time. "Goodbye Korra."

"Goodbye Master Katara." Korra climbed onto Naga and steered the polar bear dog toward the nearest wall of the compound, where she earthbent a tunnel underneath the wall so they can escape.

"Oh, Korra. So strong and independent...you will make a great avatar." Katara watched the girl disappear into the tunnel before it closed in on itself, leaving no evidence of it ever being there.

"Those fans are going to eat the poor girl alive."

AN: So...which of you guys can tell that I don't like high school fics? Like I said I'm sorry if it seems like I'm singling anyone out, it's just a coincidence. Well that's it for the first chapter, I might go back and edit this in the future but who knows. I guess I should try to explain my plans for this fic. I'm just going to be writing out different scenarios that fanfic writers like to put Korra in and just add a little twist to them. Next chapter, Korra arrives in the city and encounters her first fan. As usual, please leave some constructive criticism so I can improve and thanks for taking the time to read my little story.