"Now, now, son.. Let's not go near the fear toxins.. They're for me to use.. Not you. And besides, I don't want you having to go to therapy and being scared for life because of me. So you won't try grab them again, hm?"

Jonathan smiled at you, but it wasn't a creepy smile, it was a proud smile, as you nodded your head. He was proud of you for promising to not go near the fear toxins again.

"That's my good boy."

Scarecrow pulls you into a tight hug, before letting you go and patting your head.

"Now go and get some rest, my boy. It's bedtime."