Here's another chapter for Snoozles. Enjoy!

Surprise

It was as dark as ever. The only light came from the torches on the walls.

This was fine with Azula. She had grown to prefer the darkness of her cell. Solitary confinement had given her plenty of time to think, and her favorite thing to think about was a certain dark-skinned individual from the Southern Water Tribe.

A shiver ran down Azula's spine as she finished "thinking" about the object of her obsession. There was very little to do in the dungeons under the palatial estate, so Azula spent most of her time fantasizing about that person. It was the only solace that her deranged mind could afford: perverse fantasies about a man she barely knew - a person who had been her enemy.

Footsteps echoed from a distance. Someone was coming.

Lethargically, Azula sat up, not bothering to close her gown or clean up her mess.

The footsteps seemed to grow louder. Whoever was coming was getting close.

"... 'ooz dere?" Azula slurred curiously. Her voice was hoarse from disuse, and her tongue had all but forgotten how to form words.

"... A visitor," the guard reluctantly replied. A few months ago, he would have killed to see Princess Azula in this position. Now, he would kill just to rid his mind of the images... Nobody had ever really realized just how sick the princess was until after she had had her breakdown.

"Bvizzzzzdah? Pfoh meh? 'oozit?" Azula scooted forward. She tried to look behind the guard, but she couldn't see anyone there. "Wuzzit? 'Oozit? Weahzit?"

"Here," said a voice from behind.

"Sokka?" Azula gasped in amazement, the warrior's name being the only word still familiar to her lips. "Sokka? Sokkasokkasokkasokkasokka!" she cheered. "Meez 'ave prezzint pfoh jooo!" she lifted the hem of her gown and eagerly presented herself to her visitor. "Seee? Seeeseeeseeeseeeseee? Dz'pfoh jooo! Mah bahm. Pfakitt! Pfakitt rah! Pfakmeh! Pfakmeh rah! Meez wontchoo inniz meh! 'Kay?"

"Of course, you dirty little witch. You want me, don't you?"

"Ja! Jajajajajajajajajaja! Meez wontchoo! Pfakmeh! ! Fiah inniz meh! Pfakkit!"

"Very well then," chuckled Katara as she bent Azula over...

Surplus Prompt Count

Fluffy - At the back of my mind. - Potential use rating (probability of prompt being used at the time of the chapter's writing): 1/5 - Evaluation: Don't get your hopes up.

Blind - I need to dip into the metaphorical crack bucket for this one, but it's doable. - Potential use rating: 3/5 - Evaluation - Rome wasn't built in a day, you know.

Writing – I dunno… This one is iffy. – Potential use rating: 1/5 – Evaluation: Don't get your hopes up.

Viscous - Ah, the potential for perversion is virtually palpable. - Potential use rating: 4/5 - Evaluation: Maybe is a baby, and patience is a virtue.

Calculus - Heh, I like a good challenge. - Potential use rating: 2/5 - Evaluation: You can wait for it... If you're an ent, that is.

Banana - Erk! Too... many... fellatio jokes... It's almost too easy! - Potential use rating: 5/5 - Evaluation: Coming to a theater near you!

Surprise butt-sex for Azula! Lesbian surprise butt-sex, even! ... Yeah, this one wasn't that funny, but as Brian Clevinger once said, sometimes the best jokes are the ones played on the readers.

By the way, if you're having trouble making heads or tails of Azula's dialogue in this chapter, here is a translation of her babbling.

"... Who's there?"

"A visitor? For me? Who is it?"

"What is it? Who is it? Where is it?"

"I have a present for you!"

"See? Seeseeseeseesee? It's for you! My bum. Fuck it! Fuck it raw! Fuck me! Fuck me raw! I want you inside me! Okay?"

"Yes! ! I want you! Fuck me! ! Fire inside me! Fuck it!"

... Yes, she is clearly deranged in this drabble. That's what happens when you have no one to talk to.

TTFN, Vive le Sokka, and R&R!