Title: "John"
Summary: John. It's a simple name. He hated that name.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): John.
Warning(s): John being John.
Disclaimer: I own none of this franchise. None. At all.

John.

It's a simple name. He hated that name. That's an everyday Joe kind of name. A plain name. He knows he's not plain at all, John really hates his name.

John hates a lot of things, nearly everything. He hates his former job-though he never has to go there again. He hates birds, they squawk and chirp, and all kinds of bullshit that can really put someone in a sour mood.

He hates the moon because it reminds him that the world is still spinning, that the Carnival still exists. John just wants to go home. Does he even have a home?

Things were simple when he had a piss poor job, and a life somewhere other than a place of lunatics.

John frowned.

He hated Wick too. Her Woe Maidens, her fucking red nose, all of it. He hates the way she sings, the way she taunts and how she moves. She's nothing but a nuisance and a trouble maker.

The music is louder at the Carnival.

John might hate a lot of things, like the Carnival and the ticket he had for it.

But John?

No, no.

John hates himself most of all.