John sits in his favourite plush arm chair in the House of Mysteries main room, quietly stewing in his thoughts and listening to the quiet hum of a House that shouldn’t exist nor have a living thinking thrum to it, but it does.
Wondering how he ended up here, don’t get him wrong, he is very well aware of how he ended up in the House, in the whole - hundreds of demons have pieces of my soul- thing and all the other rubbish.
No he is thinking about how the hell he is an Uncle to two little shit head brats who switched all his alcohol with bubbly soda water and his cigarettes with god dam musk sticks candy.
How he has to get the kids to fucking school now, he has to be interactive with adult people who don’t know shit about the real world and dangers, idiotic Karen’s who think they can put smart him and manipulate him during social gatherings that he already despises.
Though the last one was bit of a riot but that’s cause he put imps in Karen 1’s cupcakes for thinking she can make a fool of him.
John sighs pinching the bridge of his nose and lights a proper cigarette that the brats didn’t get too and takes a good inhale.
“ Despite all this shit….i wouldn’t trade it for the world” he blows out smoke and smiles when he hears Billy and Dannys excited voices approaching.
