AN: This is adorable. No it isn't! It's all lies, that's all it is. You do know I still keep the pieces of my teddy bear, don't you? That's different. Not really. Don't believe any of it. Of course not. But it's still adorable.
Just-Me-and-My-Brain-Joy. I know! That was sarcastic, actually. LOVE ME. LOVE ME OR DIE.
Jasmine Scarthing-I couldn't believe it. You were imaginary! I was not. You were supposed to be.
The rabbit is old. One of its eyes fell off long before he had it and there's a tear in one floppy ear. Its tail is long worn into a matted ball and it has zig-zag stitches on the back of its head.
Scarecrow calls it Frankenbunny. Jonathan doesn't find that very funny.
He doesn't remember not having it. It's always been there, staring at him with its dull button eye.
Like now.
It's thundering outside, but Scarecrow's sleeping. So here he is, hiding under the covers and squeezing the poor rabbit to death.
It doesn't mind.
It never minds, even though he spilled apple juice on it once.
BOOM.
He pulls the blanket over his head. Why won't it stop, why won't it stop?
BOOM.
He doesn't sleep, but at least he's not alone.
THE END