Rated: K~
Warnings: Mediocre attempt at fanfictioning, lack of real coherent thought, and author is currently hopped up on caffeine. And, it's short. So short. OH SO SHORT. Wait, what's short again?
A/N: What have I done? My brain hurts, it's 3:26 in the morning and the bed is taunting me, despite the fact that I cannot seem to sleep. It's the hallucinations begiiiin-
It was times like these Jonathan Crane could really come to love. The gangly man was spread out over his favorite overstuffed recliner, pouring over the contents of a vague psychology book (He didn't bother reading the title, honestly. It was a waste of his time). The lamp beside him emitted a yellow aura that illuminated exactly one square inch of the room. Oh well, Jonathan mused, I'm quite used to reading in the dark. It wasn't long until the light bulb blew, quite literally. The shards scattered across the room in chunks, emitting a static buzz akin to a swarm of furious bees. Now the room was pitch black, save for the moonlight drifting in from the various cracked windows lining the walls. Jonathan supposed he'd have to pick up the glass, before he stepped on it, or worse, Nightmare injured herself on it. He loved his little crow far too much to allow her to get hurt. But, he supposed, his baby was smarter than that. She proved him right within moments, swooping into the room to perch on his shoulder, emitting a low 'caw' of what would seem to be happiness. Or, from what he could hear of it. Clutched in her beak was the handle of the dust pan. How she had carried the heavy plastic item from the kitchen, down a long stretch of seemingly endless hallways and into the living room, he would never know. But he did know that he had quite possibly the smartest little crow in the world.