The Raven.
Writers: Invader Johnny & Edgar Allan Poe.
Plot: Pepito tells little Squee the story of the Raven.
Author Notes: What can I say, I'm a fan of both Jhonen and Poe, so why not combine their work into one deranged story?
Featuring:
Nny As the main character of The Poem.
Devi as Lenore.
And Señor Diablo As The Raven.
Squee´s Room:
Little Todd Casil is bored, his parents are ignoring him yet again and they won't let him go out of him room just to make him sad.
"Shmee I'm so bored, what should we do?"
The little bear said nothing but of course Squee heard him come up with a dark comment that no child toy should let ever say..
"No Shmee!" Squeedly admonished "We can't set my parents on fire that would be wrong!"
All of the sudden Pepito appears right in front of little Todd and smiled, but Squee just hide himself down the sheets of his bed.
"Hello Squee," the devil's spawn greeted pleasantly "And what are you up to?.
Squee made his famous squee sound and looked at Pepito in fear. "I'm bored and my parents won't let me come out of my room to play outside."
"Perhaps I can be of assistance to your little problem." Pepino smirked "How about if I tell you a story?"
"Is it a nice story?"
The supernatural child raised an eyebrow, that was enough of an answer to smash Squee's wish.
"Actually no." Pepino said evenly "As a matter of fact I'm about to tell you a classic tale of horror by my favorite author Edgar Allan Poe."
"Ok I guess is better that not doing anything for a while." Squee said reluctantly.
"Good, good now my friend." Pepino said as he moved his hands and a book materialised in his grasp "So sit back and relax as I tell you a story called The Raven."
Pepito's voice can be heard as he reads the poem eerily, much to his companion's chagrin.
Flashback to 1845:
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I
pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume
of forgotten lore
While I nodded, nearly napping,
suddenly there came a tapping,
"Uh what the hell was that?" Nny hissed.
As of some one gently rapping, rapping
at my chamber door.
"'It's some visitor," I muttered,
"tapping at my chamber door
Only this and nothing more."
"Is something bad is going to happen to him?" Squee fearfully inquired.
"Ah, ah, ah!" Pepito moved his finger patronisingly. "No spoilers, you just have to wait and see."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the
bleak December;
and each separate dying ember wrought
its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I
had sought to borrow
from my books surcease of sorrow
sorrow for the lost Lenore—
Nny gets up from his chair and walks towards the picture of his beloved Devi/Lenore.
"Oh why did you have to leave me?"
For the rare and radiant maiden whom
the angels name Lenore
Nameless here for evermore.
Nny walks away from the picture.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling
of each purple curtain
Thrilled mefilled me with fantastic
terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my
heart, I stood repeating.
The man repeated the same sentence.
"'It's some visitor entreating entrance
at my chamber door
Some late visitor entreating entrance
at my chamber door;
This it is and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger;
hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said Nny "or Madam, truly your
forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so
gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping,
tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you" –
here I opened wide the door;
Darkness there and nothing more.
Squee screamed horrified.
"What was that for?"
"I'm afraid of the dark."
"Todd what have I told you about screaming nonsense." His mother's neglectful voice said all the way from her room "It's a waste of time!"
"For once I agree with your mom," Pepito said with an eye roll "So shut up and let me continue."
"Ok."
Nny slams the door and starts walking back to his chair.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I
stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal
ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the
stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the
whispered word "Lenore!"
This I whispered and an echo murmured
back the word " Lenore!"
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my
soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat
louder than before.
Nny without any shadow of a doubt was pissed.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is
something at my window lattice
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and
this mystery explore
Let my heart be still a moment and this
mystery explore;
"'It's the wind and nothing more!"
Open here I flung the shutter, When,
with many a flirt and flutter
in there stepped a stately Raven of the
Saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a
minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mein of lord or lady, perched
above my chamber door
Perched upon my bust of Pallas just
above my chamber door
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Señor Diablo just sat and set his eyes on Nny.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad
fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the
countenance it wore,
Nny gave him an insane smile.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven,
thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven
wandering from the Nightly shore
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the
Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quote the Raven, "Nevermore."
"This is weird." Squee said confused.
"But I still like it so just shut up and enjoy the rest of the damn story... And yes, pun intended."
Much I marveled this ungainly fowl to
hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning
little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no
living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird
above his chamber door
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust
above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."
But the Raven, sitting lonely on the
placid bust, spoke only
that one word, as if his soul in that
one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he utterednot a
feather then he fluttered
Till I scarcely more than muttered
Nny's voice took a creepier to be than usual.
"Other friends have flown before
On the morrow he will leave me, as my
hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said "Nevermore."
Startled at the stillness broken by
reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is
its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom
unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till
his songs one burden bore
Till the dirges of his Hope that
melancholy burden bore
Of 'Nevernevermore.'"
But the Raven still beguiling all my
sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in
front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook
myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this
ominous bird of yore
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly,
gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
meant in croaking "Nevermore."
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no
syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned
into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my
head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the
lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the
lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, me thought, the air grew denser,
perfumed from an unseen censer
Something hits Nny hard on the back of his head.
"Ow, what the fuck was that?"
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls
tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "Thy God hath lent
theeby these angels he hath sent thee
Respiterespite and nepenthe from thy
memories of Lenore,
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and
forget this lost Lenore!"
Quote the Raven "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!
prophet still, if bird or devil!
Whether Tempest sent, or whether
tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this
desert land enchanted
On this home by Horror hauntedtell me
truly, I implore
Is thereis there balm in Gilead?
tell metell me, I implore!"
Nny screamed.
Quote the Raven "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - Prophet still,
if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God
we both adore
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant
Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name
Lenore
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels
name Lenore."
Quote the Raven "Nevermore."
Nny screamed once again.
"Be that word our sign of parting, bird
or fiend!" I shrieked, up starting
"Get thee back into the tempest and the
Night's plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that
lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the
bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and
Take thy form from off my door!"
Quote the Raven "Nevermore."
"Ok you asked for it you fucking bird!"
The deranged homicidal maniac took his knife out of his pocket and jumped to kill the Raven but missed, the raven flew all over the room, and Johnny threw his knife to kill the bird but missed every time, he eventually got a second knife and started to destroy everywhere the raven set his feet on, he eventually cut himself and started to bleed, loosing blood he was now on the floor watching the raven fly towards the door.
And the Raven, never flitting, still is
sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above
my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a
demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming
throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that
lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore
Señor Diablo gave a wicked laugh.
End Flashback.
"Aww poor guy." Squee cooed empathically "Too bad he lost to a bird."
"I like it because the dark one wins here." Pepino said evilly "Well my friend, looks like my time is up, but before I go but here's something you'll like to see."
"Oh?" The child asked innocently "What is it?"
"This!"
A raven appears next to the little Anti-Christ and flies out of the room and into the bedroom where Squee's parents are.
Screaming is heard, the bird is putting his beak in their eyes.
"Mom! Dad!" Squee bellowed horrified by what was happening to his parents.
"Don't worry they'll be fine in the morning," Pepito said dismissively "But in the meantime enjoy their suffering."
"I'm afraid."
"Then my job here is done."
Suddenly he disappeared, leaving behind Squee, who continued screaming as his parents continued getting pecked by the Raven.
"This is worse than seeing them burn Shmee."
THE END.
So, did you like it, I know the tale belong to Poe and that JTHM & Squee belong to Jhonen Vasquez but I couldn't resist putting this up, I think is a pretty good story and to tell you the truth I enjoyed doing it, this is my second attempt at a JTHM & Squee Fic and I sure hope you give me some positive reviews.
Invader Johnny Signing Off.
