5. Forever more (An Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven, parody that came out of nowhere)

Once upon a bleak October night, Snotlout pondered, drooping and dreary,

Over many a curious and tumultuous pages about the Dragons of yore-

While he swiftly slumbered, slowly snoring, there suddenly came a snaring,

As if something tapping, not so gently tapping which he could not ignore.

"Who is this," he uttered, "Blinking slowly at his computer that he came to deplore

This I ask and nothing more."

Reluctantly he muttered then his heart slowly fluttered;

Swallowing a strangled stutter that threatened to wreak havoc on his mind like a bedsore.

Eagerly he clicked the message;-vainly looking forward to read the passage

Yet all that there was written, it was but a pittance, he had hoped for more-

For a flattering and fleeting moment he had hoped for an uproar-

Yet all there stood was Forever more.

And with the frantic, frazzled, clicking of a pair of hands so unwitting

Snotlout shivered-quivered asking the sender what he had before;

To figure out this mystery, here he sat, repeating

"Who is this I implore-

Will you make me abhor;-"

Yet the only reply was Forever more.

As paranoia grew stronger; Snotlout could take this no longer,

He wrote and wrote as madness took him, shook him, to his very core;

He had been napping, yet this person came a tapping, so bluntly tapping,

As the October wind was rapping, his headache grew once more,

"What do you mean by that sentence, I implore,"

Yet all he received was Forever more.

The heavens shook with burning passion, Snotlout turned suddenly ashen,

Then the lights went out and he venomously swore;

From the creepy exchange he could but mutter, his heart no longer a flutter

In the dreary darkness of his room he uttered forlorn-

"Why me?!" he asked the heavens, shaken to his inner core,

His messenger pinged with Forever more.

Startled by the stillness broken with a reply so quickly spoken,

He hurried to fetch his grandfather's token, an antique Albacore;

Staring at the screen once more, the realization hit. His internet, the storm.

Clutching the gun to his chest quite dearly, that written word chilling his soul to the core,

What devilish countenance this messenger wore,

He croaked out "What do you mean by Forever more?"

Snotlout stood there guessing, no syllable able to be as expressing

His screen was lit with just that word, repeating, entreating Snotlout all the more,

A strangled sound all but bound this figure to the shining screen

"Answer me you devil!" he shouted "What business with me hath thee, I implore!"

"Why have you come upon my shore?!"

The screen went black and then flashed Forever more

He let out a strangled scream, silently hoping this was but a dream, he shot at the screen

"Be this our sign of parting!" He shrieked, shaken, "You fiend," He swore.

"Whether thou art flattering friend or devilish foe, thou will never be my unmerciful woe"

"Begone from here! Begone from my door!"

He shouted like a frightening roar,

Only for an eerie voice to whisper in his ear, "Forever more"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Snotlout woke up screaming and then promptly fell off of the couch he had been sleeping on.

"What the hell?!" Fishlegs woke up as he had been sleeping on the couch opposite with various parts of Snotlout's draft strewn about. "Snot... can you just not? It's...... three AM in the morning." Fishlegs grumbled as he stood up groggily to help Snotlout off the floor. "Heather is going to kill us,"

"Uh..... uhm....." Snotlout sputtered.

"Have you been drinking and writing again?" Fishlegs then asked with a frown as he looked at the open laptop on the coffee table along with three beer bottles. "Hey, you have a message," Fishlegs pointed out, reading the name of the sender "Forever more? Who's tha-" Before Fishlegs could finish his sentence Snotlout slammed the laptop closed with a shriek and appeared to be ghost white. 

A/N: 100% credit for this goes to Vala411!