Mistress-of-Fear

Chapter 4 Progress Jonathan Crane was pleased as he observed Becky's work. The girl was very bright, and picked up on things quickly, taking down numerous notes while the others just stared at him, bored. He had heard a few of them call him "the Crowguy" or even more ironically, "Scarecrow", which only made him jot down their names of who would be the first to get a taste of his new fear toxin he was working on. Secrets must be kept secret for a reason. As he graded the papers that the class turned in, he couldn't help but chuckle at the idiocy the students thought they could get away with. For some reason, he found plucky Becky Albright

Keep Telling Yourself That By: The Talking Absol Jonathan knew it was a dream he was in, even though it was trying very hard to not appear to be one. First of all, everywhere he looked, that circle of his vision would grow clearer, while the edges of it would fade and blur, like the dream decided it only needed to straighten up and appear real when he was actually looking at something. But that wasn't the strange part. The strange part was that the dream was a ballroom scene. He was even wearing a 1800's-esque deep blue tailcoat and pants, with gold accents and sharp black shoes. Jonathan had never been to a ball. He wasn't that old; alt