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The Scarecrow Letters II

Dear Jonathan,

Wow. OK, that was really heavy. Like, I dunno if I could do all that, you know? It's scary. I suppose that's the point though. I'm not sure if I could be a god or goddess or whatever. Isn't that blasphemy? I'm just me. But, you really think I could be someone like that? Liking being afraid and getting bowed to by everyone, I mean. It sounds kind of cool. Scary too. But, yeah, I know, that's the point, right? You keep telling me stuff about the ecstasy of fear and I'm not really sure if I get it. I think I kinda do. I did my "homework." I think I kinda get a little of what you're saying. I don't HATE Hazel Johansson, but her voice is annoying and sometimes she makes fun of Mom being the town bicycle. I followed her around and stood about 100ft from her window. I don't know if fun is the right word, but it's the only word I can think of. I don't know, something about that she couldn't do anything without me knowing. Like she's one of the ants in my ant farm. Is that what being a goddess feels like? I kinda like it. She still is jumpy and stuff at school and her parents called the cops over a stalker. I'm happy when I get on the news, especially since no one knows who I am. I don't know if I could learn to like fear though. I'll try, though. If it's what you want me to do.

Love,

Hester-Mae


Dear sister,

Do not worry if you are not quite ready to experience the joy of fear. I myself was not enlightened until a few years after I became the Scarecrow. I am glad to see that you have some appreciation of control and hold over another. This is a very important lesson for people like us. We could not do what we do if we did not enjoy having people cower beneath us in recognition of the lesser worms that they are. It is exciting, is it not? Having someone totally under your grasp, even if they do not realize it. I had no real concept of how much satisfaction that it could bring until fairly recently. It is an even greater joy to control someone to the point of shaping even his or her personality any way you choose. I am afraid you are still a bit too young for that little homework assignment, dear girl, so kindly do not attempt it. That is only for more experienced masters of terror.

You have doubts about your qualifications as a goddess of fear? Again, you are very young. You still have time to realize your true purpose. As much time as you need. Have no worries about committing blasphemy. It would only be blasphemy if I were not the God of Fear and you were not the sister of said god. If anything, the worms who look down upon you and sneer at you are the blasphemous wretches. Once I have finished molding you into my ideal partner in terror, those who once mocked you will bow before you. Don't you want that? Do you wish to go back to the cringing, submissive thing you were before I brought you out of it? Do you want to go back to being a doormat for everyone to stomp on and abuse? No. You do not. The only way for you to one day never endure another insult is to continue to obey me and to open your mind to fear. Don't give another thought to whether or not you are worthy. If you were not, do you think I would be writing to you? Do you think that I would so much as notice you, sister or not, if I did not think you would be capable of doing all that I ask? I know that the concepts that I describe to you must be very confusing and deep for such a young person, but you must try. Now, no more questioning my decisions. You must trust me absolutely if you wish to become who you were meant to be. Give yourself completely to whatever I wish of you, to whatever I tell you to, and I promise that I will make you great.

I am your elder brother. I only want what is best for you. This is all for you, sweet girl. You would not be so ungrateful as to reject the wonder I am offering you, would you? No. You are far too intelligent to do so. Deep down, you know that you are destined for greatness and want to obey me to make that happen. Remember, all that I do for you, I do out of sincerest love for my darling, unappreciated sister.

Yours,

Jonathan


Jonny, Jonny, Jonny. How much more creepy can you get? Sorry for the short chapter. Again, real life gets in the way and blah blah blah...