Through The Fear, The Charcoal Bleeds [Crane]

[Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow]

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Dear Miss Kyle,

I am writing this to you from a blackened room with half a piece of a charcoal stick that dropped from an orderlies pocket inches from the door. The only light I have in these padded walls is the small sliver from beyond the door that comes when they flip on the secondary lights just before inmate curfew. It gives me just enough to be able to write, with much difficulty. I am sure you are sitting there amongst your jewels reading this like a forlorn pen pal days for her sweet 16 but I can assure you I meant no such sentiments.

I can only assume you will want a meeting in the future after the most pleasant of company beforehand. Though I cannot say I completely agreed with all your choices, to watch you shiver was certainly fascinating. It seems you almost have a certain disposition for being locked into spaces with the people you believe to care about. Did this come from some sort of fear outside of the litter box and into the cat tree? Did “Daddy” have some problems with boundaries? I can only speculate from this blackened room that something caused you to lash out your claws over a perfectly legitimate experiment in such an “affectionate” way. The man that was doing a brilliant job performing for you nearly tore off his skin. The fear of blood tends to create fear for the flesh as they say.

I however, do look forward to our next encounter, as our first was far too short. Seeing you leap about from sill to sill was only the tip of what iceberg I had for you and through the dark lenses that I write this letter through now I only have room for thought of how our encounter ended. Once I return, and I will return to the darkened streets of Gotham again I will leave cream out for the cat again in awareness that the anxiety will strike its heart once more. I do have to leave you now, as the chopping block will come around once more and I doubt this one will have such a perfect parting gift, fashioned with this scrap of paper. Until we meet again Miss Kyle…

Dr. Jonathan Crane

[Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow]

E.Nigma

The lines you see on the sides of the paper are myself keeping track of the minutes that go by as I am writing this. Last night after the light from underneath the solitary door left I lost track of time. It isn’t something I prefer to do here though I will admit it is quite easily done. You were always a timely man, weren’t you Nigma? I suppose after whatever incident occurred that might have changed. But it doesn’t matter now. The only thing that matters here is what these walls echo back to me in the dark. I find myself wandering over several encounters of ours….

So much time to research and nothing to experiment with…

Still there is room for speculation in these letters and I do use the qualifier s. But the amount of these that you receive will highly depend upon the amount of time I am here. The moment that it is no more it will be as our last encounter – Nothing. And yet, You still came without knowing what would be in front of you. A specimen worth studying, you have earned that in the very least. Enclosed are several attempts at drawing what I could with what little light I had of your anatomy from the memory that my fingers can tell the page. I do intended to point out every perfect flaw….including that glisten of fear in your eyes.

However this reaches you is irrelevant, though you always did end up making sure you were in the right place at the right time, even if your choices are often poorly made, they are yours. Yet the image of confidence remains behind your decisions, even in the face of your fears. You stand on a pillar that you’ve built for yourself and it shines brightly the sculpture that is Edward Nigma. But each pebble that falls from the stone reveals another block hat is chipped away by what made you…The inner part of you that is ….That is my very being. The essence of fear itself.

There is no doubt that I have only scratched the surface of my findings with you, as even through much exploration your mind tends to elude me and carry me into a dark obsession. But I can promise you, one of us will not be returning from the darkness by the time it is through and from there it is only a spiral to oblivion.

Dr. Jonathan Crane

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Dear Dr. Crane,

Please bombard someone else with your emo stylistic love notes.

Sometimes I am liked
Sometimes I am hated
Usually I am old
Usually I am dated

I will give you a hint, it is in relation to how I prerceive whatever it is you are fantasying about.

On the other hand, I must admit, your childlike doodles captured my likeness quite well, though I did not notice these flaws you spoke of.

Enjoy your time in limbo.

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