Ezra Bridger's Training

The Night

Inspired by Notrandomatall

 Lothal, Aboard The Ghost, In The Ventilation System, 0200 a.m.

Ezra crawled through the vents with a dark smile on his face and his cape wrapped around him. If everyone was going to bother him in the morning, then he was going to bother them at night. First of was Kanan. Like doi. Ezra wasn't about to crawl into Hera or Sabine's vents. No telling what hideous creatures they turned into in the night. Kanan was sprawled out on his bed with his mouth mide open. Ezra heard a strange snarfing sound, then releazied it was Kanan snoring. Ezra laughed quietly as he put his evil little plan into action. He started making small scratching sounds. Kanan shifted in his bed below. Ezra continued making scratching sounds until finally Kanan opened his eyes, sleepily. Then Ezra made scuttling sounds making Kanan sit up and look around.

"What the kriff was that?" Kanan looked up at the ceiling bleary eyed. Ezra began to make squeaking sounds. Kanan stood up, wobbling and tapped at the vents. He flopped back down on his bed when Ezra quit making sounds. Ezra was far from being done, he was crawling over towards the door when he suddenly fell out. Kanan yelped up at the sight of the dark figure in his room. Ezra scrambled to his feet, gathering his cape around him. Kanan relaxed.

"Ezra, what are you doing in the ventilation system at two in the morning." Kanan asked.

"I'm not Ezra! I am the- um. . uuuuuuh I am Darth Pitch! Destroyer of Light!" Ezra said in a deep-ish voice.

"Ezra, get out of my room." Kanan crossed his arms, frowning at Ezra.

"I'M DARTH PITCH!" Ezra said loudly. Kanan rolled his eyes and laid back down on his bed.

"Whatever." He said rolling over. Ezra stood there for a moment.

"You should fear me, Jedi scum!" Ezra said in his deep voice.

"Ezra, shut up and go to bed you little creeper!" Kanan said, pulling his pillow over his head.

"Never!" Ezra plopped down on the floor next to Kanan's bunk.

"Ezra, if I have to ask you again I'm whipping your butt!" Kanan growled from under his pillow.

"I'm not-!" Kanan cut him off.

"Yes, yes. I know, Darth Pitch."

"Noooooo. I'm the Watcher." Ezra whispered the last part and climbed on to the bunk above Kanan. He leaned over the edge and watched Kanan. And watched. And waaaaaaaaaatched. An-

"You little pyscho! Cut it out already!" Kanan tossed his pillow in Ezra's face. As the pillow slid down his face he smiled slowly in a creepy psychotic way. Kanan glared up at him.

"There is something so wrong with you." Ezra conintued to smile, still watching Kanan, he whispered.

"I'm still watching yoooou."

"Go. To. Bed."

"I'm still watching you."

"Go to bed."

"I'm watching you."

"Shut up!"

"Watching you!"

Groaning, Kanan covered his ears and planted his face into his bed. A couple minutes after not hearing Ezra, Kanan looked up and found his padawan quietly watching him. Which was majorly creepy because Ezra didn't even blink. Ezra slowly smiled again and crawled back from the edge whispering.

"I'm watching you, for I am a creature of the night!" Then Ezra quickly scrambled into the vent, crawling back to his room, giggling. Kanan laid awake for the rest of the night, jumping at every sound, wondering if his psychotic padawan would come back.